The Glass Magician and The Master Magician-Sort of

Yesterday started off a bit like WW3 in this house and when you have PTSD, those kinds of events sap your energy. Thus, I ran out of spoons shortly after getting dressed.  I was sitting on the couch, watching our rather new bunny play and all I wanted to do was just crawl upstairs back… Continue reading The Glass Magician and The Master Magician-Sort of