I always equate the name Jessica with Butterscotch! I have no idea why. It's like synesthesia kinda, perhaps an associative thing.
My childhood friend Jessica had butterscotch colored hair! She brought me to Rhode Island when I was 17.
Butterscotch rescue?
Do I swim, walk, run, change bed sheets, buy bananas, meditate, sit with notebook, eat yogurt. Lily was my priority.
Now I am insane. I am laughing. I just have to adjust to my new Swiss cheese life full of HOLES. But not rush to fill them....
Sammy-cat is my new guru. What is he teaching me? Love bites!
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