13,099 Days Alive
Today was Mother’s Day in the US. It’s a holiday I quite rightfully have complicated feelings with. So I ignored it, slept in until after nine a.m. after getting up at six to feed Spock. And just generally chilled at home.
I got more work done on Papa Ben’s Blanket. Almost five rows done this weekend. I meant to read the next chapter of The Talented Mr. Ripley to Spock this evening, but I didn’t get around to it. Maybe tomorrow.
I’ve been low-grade anxious all day but can’t quite figure out why. Ended up taking a mind mint before bed to try and chillax.
I’m tired, but in a good way. Like, as in it’s late and I should go to bed. Not in a bone-deep exhausted kind of way.
I’m for bed. Take your meds, folks!