Utilitarian hand cream

and puffy little shoes

I am trying to settle into a mind of winter, but really I am tweeting and crying on my burner account that is functionally a mood log, I am deleting its contents almost immediately, I am in my unmade bed, I am supine, I am sitting up from the neck up and redeveloping my dowager’s hump which I effectively minimized when I was doing 8 Pure Barre classes a…