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 Well, I have a long and angsty post about therapy, old sexual assault trauma and my long-dead Funnyface and I'll try to remember to content warn/put behind a cut but it's weirdly challenging to remember that people read this (which isn't a fishing for reassurance, while it's important to meto write this somewhere where it can be seen, I've detached myself from the assumption that it gets read? IDK).  But we're at light's cousin's place in Buzzards Bay and I'm tethering my computer to my phone because everyone who actually lives here is already asleep and I can't get the draft to load so...  it was a day.  I didn't do the things I wanted.  I did go to the gym and therapy.  Yesterday I fell off of Delight and Goodhug's hammock and the back of my head still hurts.   There's an amazing goldendoodle at this house with the Best Face Ever.