14,138 Days Alive
31 Repeats into Reffie’s Mama’s Blanket
1 2lb Pork Loin in the Oven
I’m crocheting for the next half hour while the one and done step pork loin cooks for the first half our in our oven.
It’s a “buttery chophouse” pre-seasoned pork loin I got from Walmart two weeks ago. It’s really easy to make. Thirty minutes per pound in our oven at 350. I know our oven runs a little hot, so the second half of cooking is only about twenty five minutes. That’s more than enough time to make some mashed potatoes and some sautéed vegetables, specifically onions and mushrooms. They just sounded good.
I swung by the store and picked up half a pound of sliced white mushrooms for dinner. I’m probably going to sauté it in a bit of bacon fat and butter.
Mentally, I’m not doing too hot. Everything is just… overwhelming. I’m not actively suicidal right now, but I definitely feel a little like Mufasa clinging to the edge of that canyon ledge. And life is the Scar character ready to fling me off it.
I’m struggling. But I’m doing my best to just keep going, be gentle with myself, and try not to have a fucking mental breakdown. It’s so fucking hard to just get out of bed every day. I’ve been taking my meds, tracking my food, and staying hydrated but it still feels like… Sisyphus to just keep going.
Money is tight, sanity is tenuous, and I’m getting run over by my menstrual cycle. So that just sucks all around.
Anyway, I’m off to crochet while I wait for dinner to cook.
Take your meds, folks.
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