There may be exciting news this week. But I am exhausted and can barely keep my eyes open. G’night.
Change on the Horizon
Category: Mental Health
Low on Spoons: have some maths!
5,143.
That is how many books I have on my Kindle between Unlimited, the library’s ebooks, Bookbub, Fussy Librarian, combing through all of the free ebooks on Amazon, and my purchased or gifted ebooks.
I don’t like Tuesdays anymore
We came home from dinner with Nan to find our youngest cat, Ariadne, dead in the middle of the floor. Her eyes were still open. The boys, Spock and Peanut seem to be fine. But now I’m terrified they’ll pass too.
I fell the hell apart. Full crying panic attack.
My father died two Tuesdays prior to today.
I also broke my glasses just now by tripping and stepping on them.
I’m kind of over December.
Have some pictures of our tiny kitten, Ariadne. May she Rest In Peace.
Memory-Addled Monday
Days Alive: 12,225
Days Since Daddy’s Death: 6
I’m having a bit of a day today. I’ll be fine one moment, then crying the next.
I’m sure it is fairly normal.
Home Again
Days Alive: 12,224
Miles Traveled Today: at last 977 miles
Steps Today: 4,000
Streak on Duolingo: 26 days
I am home again. And heading to bed.
Sleep Is Elusive
But that’s no shocker.
Ugh.
In Transit and Transition
Days Alive: 12,219
Planes to Catch: 2
Days in Austin: 6
Days Since Daddy Died: 7
I’m about to board and have no idea if there will be any flight delays, so I’m doing a quick entry now.
The flight to Austin has a stop in Houston, so I won’t be back on the ground for good until at least 10:30pm Central Time.
In Transit and Transition
Days Alive: 12,219
Planes to Catch: 2
Days in Austin: 6
Days Since Daddy Died: 7
I’m about to board and have no idea if there will be any flight delays, so I’m doing a quick entry now.
The flight to Austin has a stop in Houston, so I won’t be back on the ground for good until at least 10:30pm Central Time.
Caring and Sharing
Days Alive: 12,218
Paws and Claws Done: both!
Breadsticks Eaten: 4
Chocolate Lasagna Eaten: 1/3rd
Today has been a day where I am reminded that I am loved.
I fly out tomorrow and my support system has not only caught me, but helped me stand back up and smile. Not only smile, but laugh and mean it.
Stressful Sunday, Somehow
Days alive: 12,217
Days till I fly to Texas: 2
Night of Hanukkah: 8th
Cats Snuggled in Close Proximity: 3
Things Accomplished Today: Many
Days Since Loss: 5
I am still really struggling these days.
I haven’t really had the time or opportunity to really mourn yet. I’m hoping my trip to Texas allows me that.
12,215
Days alive: 12,215
Days since diagnosis: 73
Days since my dad died: 3
I’m not sure I’ve fully processed it yet.
Morose Monday
Days Alive: 12,211
Day of Hanukkah: 2nd
Streak on Duolingo: 13 days
I’m not okay today. And that’s okay. I know there will be bad days as much as I know that there will be good days.
Hanukkah
As happens when I nap too long during the day, I am awake at dark o’thirty. And as it is currently the first night of Hanukkah in 2018 as I wrote this, I’m going to tell you what I know about Hanukkah and its celebration.
Postmark Wonderland 