12,582 Days Alive
I’m a week into my new job and I still absolutely love it.
It’s much the same as the job I had when my Darling Wife and I first got together, but for a mostly plaintiff company, rather than insurance defense.
On another note, I think I caught the cold my Darling Wife is recovering from. I ache more than usual and have this tickle in my throat that won’t go away. Hopefully it will get better in a day or two. I can’t seem to get warm, though. I took a scorching hot shower this evening.
I’ve revised my reading list for 2020 again. Somehow, my goal of fifty two books for the year has become 111 books?? I’m not sure how that happened, but it’s a little over two books a week and far more manageable than this year’s 218 books.
Mentally, I’m… I guess I’m okay. Not looking forward to dealing with Dr. B for my mind med refills. She’s so… I don’t know. It’s like she’s phoning it in. Hopefully she has an appointment open soon.
The radio that plays in my mind keeps telling me I’m a burden, that my illness and failures as a person will eventually drive away all of those I love and hold dear. But I’m dealing with that as best I can.
I worry I’m not doing enough to make others in my life happy, but I don’t know what else to do sometimes. I feel rudderless and completely overwhelmed. But I just have to keep going and do the best I can, I suppose.
In lighter news, my Darling Wife is still an amazing cook! I had some of the Thanksgiving leftovers for dinner tonight and it was delicious!
I’m cold and tired. I’m going to go to bed, I think.
Take your meds, folks.