Daily HAHAHA oops
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kellan_the_tabbySo yeah um. Let's see.
Friday Mom got home from work early without telling me, which totally threw me off because: Unexpected thing. She had my nephew Riley with her, though, so not too bad -- he's two and a half and _fun_. Some anxiety, not too much.
Saturday: Coronation. Froze my ass off, as the merchants were under the big pavilion, on concrete. Even Loiosh got cold enough he let me put a blanket on him. It was warm in the sun, but I couldn't be in the sun without being too far from my booth.
On the up side, Loiosh was there, and he always helps with my anxiety. Plus I made enough money to fill the gas tank and put $150 in the RV fund. Mostly just tired and achy by the end of the day.
My mother thought it was odd that my muscles ached after being in the cold all day. I...don't know why that's weird?
Sunday: Riley, my sister (ugh), plus various visitors. Got a few things done but mostly just hung on and waited for it to be late enough I could go to bed. Several instances of people making it clear I'm the least important person in my family, ugh. Not that they _say_ it, no. But it's pretty clear.
Monday was a wash -- got a couple things done, but was mostly recovering from Sunday. Tuesday was more-or-less the same, with added 'lots of errands'. At least I crossed a couple things off my list, and got the onions to a food bank. Mostly low anxiety, more kinda depressive and still very achy. Oh, and somewhere in there I managed to make some soap.
Wednesday my brain was made of cream cheese, so I took Loiosh out to the woods, where I waded a 50 foot wide, fortunately shallow creek with him on my shoulder. I live in amazement how much he trusts me. He wasn't thrilled, but he didn't freak out and he didn't claw me up. I hurt all morning, right up until I got into the woods, and then I was fine. Protip: When leaving a place makes you stop being in physical pain, this is a thing to think about.
Today I did my taxes, made peanut butter bars for me to eat when I need food RIGHT NOW and either can't cook or it isn't safe to be in the kitchen, _and_ made Leftovers From Monday Casserole, so there's food in the fridge for a couple days, too. My brain is made of cream cheese from the taxes and my back hurts like hell because I didn't take enough breaks while making the casserole, but it'll do.
Tomorrow is shipping and errands, and I'm hoping to spend significant amounts of the weekend _away_ from the house. It'll be interesting to see what that does for my anxiety and pain levels.
Friday Mom got home from work early without telling me, which totally threw me off because: Unexpected thing. She had my nephew Riley with her, though, so not too bad -- he's two and a half and _fun_. Some anxiety, not too much.
Saturday: Coronation. Froze my ass off, as the merchants were under the big pavilion, on concrete. Even Loiosh got cold enough he let me put a blanket on him. It was warm in the sun, but I couldn't be in the sun without being too far from my booth.
On the up side, Loiosh was there, and he always helps with my anxiety. Plus I made enough money to fill the gas tank and put $150 in the RV fund. Mostly just tired and achy by the end of the day.
My mother thought it was odd that my muscles ached after being in the cold all day. I...don't know why that's weird?
Sunday: Riley, my sister (ugh), plus various visitors. Got a few things done but mostly just hung on and waited for it to be late enough I could go to bed. Several instances of people making it clear I'm the least important person in my family, ugh. Not that they _say_ it, no. But it's pretty clear.
Monday was a wash -- got a couple things done, but was mostly recovering from Sunday. Tuesday was more-or-less the same, with added 'lots of errands'. At least I crossed a couple things off my list, and got the onions to a food bank. Mostly low anxiety, more kinda depressive and still very achy. Oh, and somewhere in there I managed to make some soap.
Wednesday my brain was made of cream cheese, so I took Loiosh out to the woods, where I waded a 50 foot wide, fortunately shallow creek with him on my shoulder. I live in amazement how much he trusts me. He wasn't thrilled, but he didn't freak out and he didn't claw me up. I hurt all morning, right up until I got into the woods, and then I was fine. Protip: When leaving a place makes you stop being in physical pain, this is a thing to think about.
Today I did my taxes, made peanut butter bars for me to eat when I need food RIGHT NOW and either can't cook or it isn't safe to be in the kitchen, _and_ made Leftovers From Monday Casserole, so there's food in the fridge for a couple days, too. My brain is made of cream cheese from the taxes and my back hurts like hell because I didn't take enough breaks while making the casserole, but it'll do.
Tomorrow is shipping and errands, and I'm hoping to spend significant amounts of the weekend _away_ from the house. It'll be interesting to see what that does for my anxiety and pain levels.
