Worried on a Thursday

12,795 Days Alive

$170 Spent

1 Vet Visit

I had to take off early for Spock’s veterinary visit this afternoon.

From the worrying about it, I didn’t sleep very well last night. Kept waking up over and over and over. I’ve been trying not to reach for my phone when I wake up, hence the lack of insomnia interludes despite a wretched sleep schedule.

I’ve been reading more lately, but stuff not on my 2020 list to read, heh. I started reading the Howl’s Moving Castle series. I couldn’t read at the vet’s. I was too nervous. But all his labs can back, a few hours later, perfectly fine.

I had T Flats for supper today, since all I’d eaten this far was a pair of cheese sticks.

I’m really sad today. I dreamed about Daddy last night and woke up missing him. I’m also feeling a little isolated. Also, I keep dreaming about that blue door, the haint blue front door leading somewhere. And a red door. I don’t know what it means, but I wish I’d stop waking up with my chest tight. Doesn’t help I was sleeping on my back last night and Spock was parked on my chest, too. He is seventeen pounds of pure mama’s baby.

Anyway, I’ll be all right. I’m going to appease the Duolingo owl really quickly and then head to bed early, I think.

Take your meds, folks.

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