Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, 55. I have written 55 letters. Isn’t that something? It’s funny that I think of myself as a person who is incredibly consistent on one hand, but I often don’t know how to maintain a pace. I was a short-distance runner when I was a kid, you know? Short-distance runners... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I should be happy. Today was a good day, by all means. But I am not happy. I feel like crying. I am exhausted. I utterly hate my freaking life because I am so very damn tired. I know, I know, I’m being a baby. I worked that 11.5-hour shift... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, It’s 9:20 AM. I am sitting at the registration table at the law symposium where I work. I am drunk with the fun of seeing people and smiling. It’s a rare treat for an entrepreneur working from home. So let me explain the origins of this. Where I live, student... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello lover. I got into my own head over the last couple of days and froze. It’s not a bad thing, really. After everything that has happened, it’s expected and might even be healthy. I wrote to you last on the 28th, a Tuesday. It’s Saturday today. There is a... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello beloved, how was your day? Mine was very productive. More productive than I could have imagined, really. Yesterday, the feeling of being dead began to recede. The probiotics and electrolytes finally broke through the devastation left by the antibiotics, and I was hungry. I ate normal human amounts. Not... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I have so much to say to you, so much to express, but though the brain is working the transmission out, the organized language that allows communication is still dysfunctional. Hello, my love, how are you doing? It’s been a couple of days since I last wrote to you, so... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, This is not how I wanted to celebrate a month of corresponding with you. Though I suppose it is a week after anyway. I am not sure how much I will be able to write. I will do my best, but the medications are still keeping me heavily under, and... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I am not quite sure how to start the entry today. I planned to talk about the difference between blame and responsibility and how, in the last entry, I might have sounded self-deprecating. On that point, I do want to say that I was not. Look, it’s not that I... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I failed. I failed all of them; I failed Wolfy the hardest. She didn’t want to go to his house; she was weak with a fever. He didn’t even check; he made her walk to the car. Why am I letting this keep happening?! Why am I so damn weak?!... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, The flu has caught me. Kids have been sick for 9 days straight now. I don’t sleep well as the little ones often wake in the middle of the night for care. I collapsed completely yesterday. Could not move. Low fever, chills, nausea, pain in every damn muscle in my... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I want to believe I am not a small person. That I am above being petty and vicious. When my kids ask me things about their dad, the Water Dog Libra, I am honest. Be it the good or the bad, I try to be fair. He is a funny,... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I know it seems like I am complaining about my kids lately and how they treat me. And, yesterday, telling you about little Mycroft’s teen betrayal, you probably are primed by now to see me and my world as one of the righteous, resentful elders. So, today we will talk... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello, my heart. I used the thought of you today again to get myself moving. It’s a holiday, and I woke up with absolutely no energy to do anything. I woke from sleep in that state of lethargy beyond tired, but somewhat pleasant for it. When your mind wakes, but... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I was standing at the door, eager. The glass door protects my neck muscles from the cold outside. It has been snowing all day, about plus 1 °C, and I don’t even care that I will need to plow the snow again as his car opens and I see my... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Good morning, my love. I hope you slept well yesterday. I know planting that image of me sitting on the armchair in your study made your bed feel a little colder. I woke up with a whimsical spirit today, that cheeky smile I rarely allow myself spread wide across my... Continue Reading →
