Getting to see my brother tomorrow.
Not having a great evening mentally.
Have a great night.
Tired and In Pain
Tag: Bipolar 1
Boxing Day 2018
12,234 Days Alive
2 Pages Colored
2 PBJs Eaten
10 mini marshmallows eaten
I just have to let y’all know that while I was trying to find out how many mini marshmallows were in a serving earlier, I stumbled upon this glorious inquiry:
Christmas Day 2018
12,233 Days Alive
3 Weeks Since Daddy’s Passing
2nd Christmas Since We Got Married
1 Massive Panic Attack
I didn’t sleep well last night. Nightmares aplenty. Of illness and heart failure. Of late night calls and of the funeral.
I wasn’t in a very merry mood this morning.
Yarn, Yawns, and Yearnings
Days Alive: 12,231
Days Left in 2018: 8
Times I’ve Restarted the Current Shawl: 4
Kitties Alive and Well: 2
Naps Had Today: 2
There’s just over a week left in 2018. Change for the better is coming, I know it.
Change on the Horizon
There may be exciting news this week. But I am exhausted and can barely keep my eyes open. G’night.
Happy Yule!
I’m still mentally struggling, but I have my first goal of 2019 accomplished!
G’night, Wonderland. Happy Yule.
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.
Cop-Out Post
Cannot.
No spoons.
Here’s a picture of a cat.
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.
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.
Exhausted
Days Alive: 12,223
My flight is tomorrow. I’m exhausted. I don’t have much energy to type much.
Garage sale today. Got to see some friends. Spent six hours freezing my buns off in the garage, but had fun with Tink. Been crocheting to keep my mind off things.
Still alive. Coping.
Busy, Busy Friday
Days Alive: 12,222
Days Since the Funeral: 2
Bags of Books Disposed Of: 6
Streak on Duolingo: 23
Days Left in Trip: 1.5
I’m exhausted. I’ve been coloring in a mythological creature book to unwind through all this.
Sorting Through
Days Alive: 12,221
Rooms Cleared: 1
Old Belongings Found: a bunch
Days Left in Austin: 2.5
Nails Chipped: 7 lol
Streak on Duolingo: 23 days
Loads of Laundry Done: 2
My body is currently in protest for all the damn things Tink and I accomplished today. And I nearly broke down crying in the bookstore because that was the first time I have gone to a Half Priced Books store without my father or without calling him to check for which books he was hunting for.
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