Category: Laundry Day

Of Pivoting and Plotting

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14,780 Days Alive

26 Books Chosen for the 2026 Alphabet Book Challenge

2 Days Until Grandma Gator’s Birthday

1st Day of Hanukkah

I absolutely forgot that Hanukkah started this evening. I gave Grandma Gator a buzz while I was on my way to the grocery store and she reminded me that it was both the first day of Hanukkah and a few days until her birthday!

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Of No Spoons and No Traction

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14,777 Days Alive

14 Days Until Christmas Day

4 days Till Hanukkah Starts

Posts publish a LOT easier when one remembers to freaking hit “POST”. Ugh.

Driving to work today was an absolutely heinous adventure of the no thank you kind. I do not have any more spoons left for talking or typing things out. I did make an amazing French onion soup today that was nonalcoholic.

It really was ridiculously delicious.

I am heading to bed. I am exhausted, and while I only work until the afternoon tomorrow, it’s still a bit of a long shift when you’re kind of recovering from… something? I don’t know what I wrote here, but suffice it to say my brain was mush.

Take your meds, folks

Of Attempts and Abapical

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14,772 Days Alive

76 Minutes Catching Up With Tina

0 Crochet Stitches Accomplished

I am… at a low point. Yeah, I know it will get better. I some of it is just too much everything all at once. Some of it is the holidays are hard for me. I know that not being able to bring myself to do much more than exists, do homework, and go to work is likely depression being a jerk. I know, I know, I know.

But I feel like I’m dying in slow motion.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Memories and Mouskewitz

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14,765 Days Alive

33 Years Since I Hugged Fievel Mouskewitz

10+ Inches of Snow Fell in the Past 24 Hours

3+ Happy Crying Jags Today

1/2 Serving of Baked Beef and Bean Nachos

Trigger warning past this initial paragraph: physical child abuse. This first part is happy, I swear.

Well. Today’s the day! He arrived! I am so freaking gleeful. Mr Fievel Mousekewitz is in my arms as I type this. As above, I have broken down crying, hugging said 39 year-old stuffed animal, at least three times so far today. A dear friend, named here as Lois, gifted him to me. He is 22 inches tall, still has his hat, shirt, trousers, and tail! He’s new to me, but used to belong to someone named Corey. Thank you so, so, so much for taking good care of Fievel for me to enjoy now.

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Of Snowstorms and Surprises

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14,764 Days Alive

2,619 Days of Daily Posts on Postmark Wonderland

83 +/- Kitty Years for Mr. Spock

2 Days of Snow Forecast

1 New Job Next Week

SON OF A FUCKING BISCUIT. Two guesses who fell asleep face-first on their Kindle last night?

I know I’m gonna cry when my gift arrives. My support system has been so amazing lately, and I have just been getting run over by the struggle bus mentally.

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Of Helping and Hurting

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14,763 Days Alive

4 Slices of Turkey Eaten

Well, I now have bursitis in both hips. So that… sucks. Heh. Thanksgiving was nice; we went to a community buffet dinner thing out on by a queer-friendly restaurant in town. And tomorrow will be nice to have off as well.

May your day tomorrow be lovely.

Take your meds, folks.