Whattuppp buttercups. Cheers to you and another week down. Well I know I know this letter is late, and Iโm really feeling into like what a week feels like to me, and it doesnโt feel complete by the Friday. I feel like I didnโt write this letter to you because I knew there was going to be things that was happening on Friday and Saturday before I wanted to send it out. Iโve had so many things go on last week, this week. Itโs weird, see? When youโre writing a week letter, itโs weird. With my water tank company not showing up, and that was booked in for Thursday. So I held out to write this letter going to celebrate that my water tank is here and all these sorts of things, and then they didnโt show up. And I spent Friday going, well, I really want to write like the completion of it. So I think my reflection at the moment is that itโs Sunday to Sunday. And I feel, Iโm feeling into that Sundays when I want to send the letter out. Itโs, and I think itโs a little bit like magic, you know. No post comes on Sundays except for in this magical world. Itโs the letter that you, only letter that youโll ever receive on a Sunday, you know. So I think thatโs sort of what the fuck has been on my mind, and where Iโve been. If youโve been checking your inbox, love it. Sorry this is late. Miss you. Love you. And whatโs been going on since my last letter is basically nothing. An emotional roller coaster. I have been let down professionally by, itโs not just the mechanic. Weโre not going to box the one mechanic, but, you know, weโre calling it the mechanics. But itโs actually a mechanic, and then a fabricator and welder, and then a panel beater. Thereโs three different shops working on my car. And one out of the three shops, which weโre up to, let me down. They didnโt follow through with what they said they would do. And they said that they would go pick up my car, complete the job, and itโs just been sitting there. And that, like, thatโs heartbreaking. Like, that broke my heart. And Iโve been let down with friends, family, loved ones. I feel so invisible in the world. I feel like nobody gives a fucking shit about me. I feel like nobody checks in, nobody calls. Like, my only notifications on my phone is my social media. I can go a week and a half, two weeks, where I only hear from social media. And thatโs really isolating. But also, that comes down to, hey I really am struggling without my car. Iโm struggling being stuck here. And the things that are giving me joy is getting up and leaving the house that I donโt want to be in, and going and spending the day at my new house. No service. Whether itโs to do nothing, whether itโs to sleep on the floor, whether itโs to just sit, whether itโs to record a zillion videos that are currently pointless to post. Weโre in a bit of a pause, you know. But itโs bringing me joy. And then I return home. When I get home, like, Iโm tired, Iโm overwhelmed, I donโt want to be here, Iโve got to re-settle in. I feel like Iโm, like, disorientated.