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Meow.

I am not sure whether I’m going into a depressive episode or was just really sick this weekend. I had some nausea and intestinal cramping and various issues but I seem to have mostly bounced back from that? I don’t feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility for every bad thing that has happened in my life? So I have no clue, but I’m going to keep doing the day-lamp light and hope that that plus my other accustomed workarounds for my mental health will be enough to indefinitely forestall the crushing waves of sadness. Maybe it was the two separate crying jags that I let myself have Saturday night? Actually feeling my feelings might be therapeutic, somehow; who knew? (If you knew, then no you didn’t, 🤫)

In other news, today was a bear. I:
• went to the school super early for hot stone trades;
• mailed the first set of winter packages (before winter! *pauses to be proud of myself*);
• noticed that my car was saying to check my stop lamps, and I did, and one of the lights was out, so I went to an auto parts store and got some of the non-blinding LED lights which I will hope will last longer and will put those in tomorrow afternoon;
• went to the store and got groceries;
• came home and put away groceries;
• Mom and I made leftovers Jambalaya
• put cold packs on the steam-burn I got on my hand, ow;
• we ate - it was pretty good, and then I came upstairs to vegetate and be in a partial food coma even though I didn’t eat that much.

Bodies are weird and mine has been being extra unpredictable this last week. Tomorrow kicks off another three days of school, so wish me luck, and if you are the candle-lighting/hugging/etc. sort, then thank you for the hugs and well-wishes and lit candles on behalf of my brain. Y’all are amazing. 😻