I love this story so much. The algorithm! You cracked it! And of course, there are the fucking land mines. When you reveal the vulnerable in you, the forgetful, I feel seen, and understood. Who doesn’t find an egg in their pocket now and then and not know why? Sending so much love! Thank you, Abigail.
"My friend Dawn arrived to meet my new dog Olive, because Dawn can speak to animals and we missed each other, and somehow the subject of eggs came up and I pointed out the one on my desk."
I re-read that sentence a couple of times. In a few short phrases you told me so much about you and your life. Loved it!
Abby, ❤️ **everything** about this post; especially where you say, wait this is getting boring. it wasn’t (actually) but your catching yourself reminds us that you’re in control of your “stream” of consciousness. what a feat, as always! writing. sending hugs.
I love your deft turn of a phrase. You are so amazing with words. And I’m amused at the thought that there could somehow, out of nowhere, be an egg just hanging out in your pocket.
I love this story so much. The algorithm! You cracked it! And of course, there are the fucking land mines. When you reveal the vulnerable in you, the forgetful, I feel seen, and understood. Who doesn’t find an egg in their pocket now and then and not know why? Sending so much love! Thank you, Abigail.
Thank you so very mych.
Oh oerfect, thank you. what have you found in your pocket? or your hand? life is so peculiar. i love your comment.
Just saw this, Abigail. In my pocket? Kleenex. Endless Kleenex. 🥰
You are brilliant. Absolutely love this piece.
That's awfully nice of you to say..Brilliant is a reach for me. But thank you, and I m so glad you enjoyed it. I feel very good right now!
"My friend Dawn arrived to meet my new dog Olive, because Dawn can speak to animals and we missed each other, and somehow the subject of eggs came up and I pointed out the one on my desk."
I re-read that sentence a couple of times. In a few short phrases you told me so much about you and your life. Loved it!
Thank you very much. I guess I do a lot of cramming.
A twisted extended metaphor comes to mind…”As the egg cracks, so are the days of our lives.”
Fraid so. Thank you.
Abby, ❤️ **everything** about this post; especially where you say, wait this is getting boring. it wasn’t (actually) but your catching yourself reminds us that you’re in control of your “stream” of consciousness. what a feat, as always! writing. sending hugs.
THANKS for noticinhg thwt. Had top put it in so you'd keep reading.
ha ha I’d never stop til the end xx
My, what a lovely stream of consciousness you have!
Thank yoou. I'm finding it useful these deys.
I’ve been thinking of Richard Brautigan today and somehow this piece sings of that brand of poesy. Loved it!
That's high praise. Thank you very much..
Interesting connection to make. First thing that comes to mind in The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster.
I love your deft turn of a phrase. You are so amazing with words. And I’m amused at the thought that there could somehow, out of nowhere, be an egg just hanging out in your pocket.
I'LL HAVE TO CHECK...NOPE.
THANK YOU.
The things you write help me survive the assholes. Please keep it up!
Shut up egg. Stop screaming this minute or I’ll play Jingle Bells and put you on hold. Yesyesyes!!!!
Thank you. You made me laugh.
The best last line - a soufflé omlette , scrambling chat gtp - and then some.
Thanks, Cherry. So pleased!
🐣
You always put a smile on my face. I will never look at an egg the same way again.
Thank you, Mimi. And eggs are beautiful to look at. I just have to stop thinking too hard about that fucking algorithm.
Crack that algorithm every single time!
I am so glad I found you again, I love your writing!
Thank you very much.
My brain is scrambled after reading that
Oh dear. But at least you are it an algorithm.
Couldn’t love this more. ❤️🤝
That makes me happy.
THank you.
Your writing helps me survive the assholes! Please don’t stop!