12,800 Days Alive
83 Degrees Indoors at Work
1 Tired Me
I woke up fifteen times last night. I counted. I kept having nightmares. I don’t even remember what about other than I felt like I was drowning or suffocating. Repeatedly. I think the COVID crap is getting to me mentally.
The air conditioning is still on the damned fritz at work. I reported the issue, twice today, and it got up to 83 degrees in the office. The Beastly machine that we scan documents with is also on the fritz and will hopefully get serviced tomorrow.
Other than work, I’m on day two of a headache. I know I’m not dehydrated. But man do I wish something would take the edge off. I even tried doing an energy drink in case it was lack of caffeine kicking my butt.
I’m almost done with Cousin Kay’s blanket. I’ve been working on it pretty much every day for the last two weeks and it’s grown pretty well.
I’m behind in writing for Camp NaNoWriMo, but I’m not overly worried about it, because I’m getting better at actually getting words out.
I still feel lonely. But it’s whatever. Covid-19 is a bitch and people are dying. Social distancing is important. So I will just keep going. Nothing else I can do.
I’m going to go crochet some more.
Take your meds, folks.