Old Faithful...

...up between three and four am puttering around as always. This is not sane. On the other hand it gives me a chance to undehydrate myself.

...er, hydrate myself? Drink lots.

In a couple of hours the SO will be home and I'll go back to bed, or perhaps a little before that. For now I putter on the internet wishing for good content and finding oh, so little. So sad...

Under The Weather

Ye Gods. I feel awful. This may be a combination of cloudy weather and post-stress depression, or it may be something to really worry about. Will monitor it for two weeks, if it remains steady I'm going to need to kick my distrust of the current state of mental-health medicine in the pants hard and go find some help. This just isn't acceptable.

Here's to crossing my fingers, I guess.

You know it's bad when going into the garden seems pointless.

Oh, fun fact of the day: tuna that's been left on the countertop throughout a warm weekend leaves a really -lingering- smell. Luckily the SO is in the habit of rinsing his dishes, so it's unlikely to happen again. But, yuck.

Hang in there.

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...and I thought my life had been going through big changes so far.