13,516 Days Alive
I’m building up to the move.
I’m mentally and emotionally exhausted. I don’t know why. But I’m trying to plan my attack on my belongings to pare down before the move.
I’m trying not to have panic attacks over the lack of gainful income. Or the general state of being no longer employed.
I’m so scared. But I’m excited as well.
I’m going to see the family tomorrow for the holiday weekend. I’ll be bringing Cleo with me to hang with everyone.
I’m going to appease the Duolingo owl and head to sleep.
Take your meds, folks.