During the night a fierce storm blew in. The winds have been gusting at 50mph all day, so after my bucket of coffee I returned to my room, locked the door and drew the curtains. Only opening them when the lovely Susy came to bring me more coffee, milk and a clean flannel. She wanted to do the room but I don't want to be around people today. The struggle is real I did consider going out for a ride on the bus, just to get out but Islanders have been advised to stay in doors and

Papa Tom invited me to join him in church today, but I don't have a great deal of time or faith in god since he took Si away from me, or even before that actually . I am consumed with such an intense burning rage at the unfairness of it all, and I couldn't go to church and pretend I'm ok with it all because what I really want to do is punch something. The potential for losing my shit is far too high, and Papa Tom is a nice old man. The healing and blessing he gave me was incr