I’m writing this from the couch. Again. I’m cuddled up with my sausage dog, who believes his life’s purpose is to act as a hot water bottle with opinions. This exact spot is where I’ve spent most of my days this year, except this time, I’m actually happy. Because 2025 is over. And honestly? Good riddance. It was…

I haven’t written in a while, mostly because life surprised me with something I hadn’t seen in months: energy. Real, functioning, 100%-battery-kind-of energy. And when you live with chronic Lyme, that’s basically winning the lottery. So for the last four weeks, I’ve been busy enjoying it to the fullest, like a kid who found the…