12,722 Days Alive
Not a lot to say today. Today was slammed at work, but I met all of my workload goals.
I still feel… hollow. I “see” Vickie again on Wednesday, as well as Peter for a refill on my mind medications.
The new medication seems to be helping but I’m not sure if it’s helping enough. I’ll talk to Peter about it on Wednesday.
The lack of regular human contact because of the COVID-19 thing is driving me a little batty. I look forward to seeing the mailman, Frank, because he’s the only person I see most days.
I feel mildly accomplished that I got everything done that I did today. I have laundry in the dryer I should check on before bed.
I’m going to go change over the laundry and go read for a bit.
Take your meds, folks.
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