Soup for Comfort
Shelly Rae arrived on the morning train, and by dinnertime she’d concocted a lovely healing soup…full of warmth and spice and garbanzo beans and kale. Yum.
Jay’s chemo pump clicks on.
Demonhead progressed by all of ten words today. But they were *good* words.
I read a little, too. But not much.
That’s all I got.