It has been an interesting couple of months. My slave moved in, I’ve been sick. My current job was ending. Time passed.
I got better. More or less. At least as healthy as I was before.
My slave is here. There are adjustments I have had to make. Adjustments she has had to make. There are others we have to keep in mind (her kids). I think the hardest part is that we were used to being on our own.
But, we are making it. One day at a time.
It is a journey. My hand in hers. A process.
One that has to succeed.