13,260 Days Alive
120+ Miles Driven Today
1 Accidental Nap
Well, I metaphorically crashed like a rock into a pond when I got home today from Grandma Gator’s place. I dropped Cousin Kay off at home and then went home for some Spock cuddles.
I wasn’t trying to nap or anything. Just tired from a nearly three-hour drive, all told.
I have therapy tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it. Maybe it’s partially because it is expensive and takes time from my day. Maybe because I am still not sure if Mx. Steph is the right fit therapist for me?
Maybe I just need a cheaper, more frequent therapy appointment. One that insurance covers. I need more help.
I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t have done the drive to Grandma Gator’s alone right now. I’m glad I had someone to talk to on the drive and I always enjoy Cousin Kay’s company. She’s whip-smart and funny.
I’m so tired, though. I need a good night’s sleep.
Brain gremlins are loud and annoying right now, so I’m headed to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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