12,805 Days Alive
I meant to get up early today and get some writing done. I didn’t manage it.
I guess I may have overdone it this week because my body basically threw a bitch fit today and I was in so much pain I had to skip breakfast for fear of it coming back up immediately.
When I was t fighting to stay awake or accidentally napping, I was crocheting, working on Cousin Kay’s blanket. It’s nearly done and I am super proud of myself for it. I’m down to the last skein of yarn. Once it’s done, I hope to carefully deliver it. Masks on, of course.
I wonder if I will run into Jameson tomorrow? Jameson works in the same building as me, one suite down. I’m always getting their mail and sometimes they get ours. It’s got serious “meet cute” potential, but honestly I could just use a work friend. Another human to say hello to every now and again. It’s devastatingly lonely at work. Even with music playing.
Anyway, I’m going to crawl into bed early.
Take your meds, folks.