chicken of naps

it is Monday, & we are here

a breath for Monday

what worked?

small steps. small steps. a lot of naps. so much napping.

next time i might...

do fewer things in one day

the hard:

so tired. SO tired. so very, very tired. So tired of being so tired. hey, body, i got shit to DO here.

hanging out with someone i KNOW is a bad idea for me to hang out with. don't, just don't, if i don't have to, don't, & chances are i don't have to.

Tom's wandering off for more days at a time, still, so i'm worried about him pretty often. ugh, tomcats.

the good:

the house is still happening. i'm gonna be vaguely surprised this is working for probably six months after we have the title in hand.

rommmate spent the weekend at a pagan event, thus giving me some badly-needed alone time.

donkey races in Cerrillos, which was pretty much the best thing i'd seen in a month.

finally getting on top of the post-event stuff, which is pretty nice, i hate having stuff half-done & sitting

superpowers & such:

Take a Damn Nap. also, Take a Damn Nap.

the plan:

this week enough stuff is unpacked & refrotzed that i get to make things! i like making things. it's the best part.