Of Starlight and Stretching

14,800 Days Alive

2,236 Days Straight on Duolingo

It’s a super moon today, the first full moon of 2026. There is also some kind of meteor shower thing that I haven’t bothered to go outside and look at. I’m so, so tired of being in discomfort, and pain, and unable to focus. I am doing my best to keep going. I’m doing yoga as often as I am physically capable of doing so. Sleep is elusive due to pain and discomfort; I fell asleep after 4 AM this morning and I assume that Sunday will be more of the same.

Take your meds, folks

Of Stockings and Spazzing Out

14,791 Days Alive

3 Chocolate Mint Candy Canes Taken from the Box

Another quick entry here. I don’t know what is going on with my account. I just had to reset the password for the third time in two days. Someone seems to be trying to get in, but thankfully they have not yet.

Christmas Eve and morning was awesome except for the slightly stale donuts I picked up at the grocery store yesterday. We did not get to Chinese food today because I had a panic attack and then a post-panic attack headache that nearly incapacitated me for the rest of the evening. I don’t even think I had dinner.

I’m going to go to bed. I will share pictures of our wonderful stockings and such later this week.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Cotija Cheese and Chuckles

14,788 Days Alive

2,222 Days Straight on Duolingo

2 Massive Trays of Chicken Nachos Made for Dinner

Well, I finished today kind of late, but at least I finished. I am still struggling emotionally with the holidays and everything else going on right now. And that stuff going on in my life, the lives of my loved ones, and the general world on fire thing we’re all dealing with right now.

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Of Memories and Mouskewitz

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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