13,731 Days Alive
2 Sinks Worth of Dishes Done
1 Batch of Salted Caramel Brownies Made
I’m in so much pain. My uterus is still in fucking rebellion. I’ve taken some ibuprofen with my dinner to hopefully get better sleep than I did last night.
Poor Mellon was exhausted. He fell asleep about an hour ago and is still out cold, snoring. As an aside, I wonder if some of my fatigue issues stem from maybe having sleep apnea? Something to look into when I have insurance. Which is technically starting tomorrow!
I have to be up at five am. I’m not looking forward to it, even though I like my job. I need to get gloves and a scarf because it is hella cold out right now. Like, today’s photo is of the weather report/forecast for tomorrow.
I am still enjoying winter. Getting use out of the coat that Chelé got me; but I really am in desperate need for gloves and a scarf. Maybe I can try and make some from scrap yarn from the now-finished Buffalo Plaid Blanket? Maybe.
Speaking of crocheting: I’m still zipping along on J’s Monochromatic Blanket. Only a few rows so far, but it’ll get there.
I’m going to be trying to write 100 words a day in February, just to try and get back in the habit of writing on a daily basis before NaNoWriMo or Camp NaNo this year. So hopefully, I’ll come out of February with about 2,800 words written! I’ll be tracking my progress over on my alt blog, www.TheodoraVanyar.Wordpress.com. Check it out, if you get a chance? I’d love to be able to celebrate the little goals achieved with others.
Anyway, five a.m. comes early whether I like it or not. I’m for bed, y’all.
Take your meds, folks.
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