February is my cruellest month

Heartbreak, loss, mice and balls of frustration

I. Intrusions and irritations

I start my mornings cleaning mouse droppings off the kitchen counter. Their stubborn intrusion is driving me slowly, gently insane. 

I have a daily planner. At the top of the page, it asks me each morning, "What’s my ‘Intention For Today’?"

To just get through it. 

My lips are crusty, cracked, and bleeding. My brain is like tan…