13,456 Days Alive
2 Bean Burritos Eaten
1 Special Birthday Kitty
Today is my Mr. Spock’s twelfth birthday! Feliz cumpleaños, mi gato!
Seriously though, he got wet food twice today as a special treat.
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13,456 Days Alive
2 Bean Burritos Eaten
1 Special Birthday Kitty
Today is my Mr. Spock’s twelfth birthday! Feliz cumpleaños, mi gato!
Seriously though, he got wet food twice today as a special treat.
Continue reading “Of Birthdays and Burritos”13,455 Days Alive
1 New Adventure
This is my final weekend evening with J and Bill6 before they start their transition up north to Ohio.
Continue reading “Of Fantasy and Farewells”13,453 Days Alive
50th Anniversary Luncheon at Work
1 Sunburned Nose
So. My medications make me more… let’s say “sensitive” to prolonged exposure to our dear shining day orb. Or I’m losing my ability to tan on my face.
Either way, I was stuck sitting outdoors this afternoon for the company anniversary luncheon. The bridge of my nose, and only the gorram bridge of my nose, is sunburnt.
My whole face was pink but we have an aloe plant out front that has, or at least had, a nice large leaf collection. It still does, for the most part. But yeah, after lunch, I looked pink.
The luncheon was nice. I managed to play normal whilst sitting directly beside my boss for two and a half hours. I didn’t rock or drum or anything. It was miserable but I managed.
Mentally, I am absolutely ready for this weekend. I’m so worried about Spock, though. My poor baby has lost interest in all food that isn’t his wet food. It could be many things, but he’s still drooling a bit. I can’t take him to the vet until I get paid, though. So I just have to be careful and ration what wet food I’ve been able to find.
If I had twenty bucks to spare that I hadn’t already poured into my gas tank, I’d buy some more food off Amazon. But hopefully I’ll be able to pick some up come payday.
Other than my toasted nose, I’m exhausted. And I want to have a relaxing weekend.
Here’s hoping my last weekend, for the extended foreseeable future, with my bestie J is a good one.
Take your meds, folks.
13,449 Days Alive
If you’re someone new to this little corner of the universe, I have a lot of mental health issues. And some of them are kicking my ass and then handing it back to me on a platter.
Continue reading “Of Panic and Painting with Diamonds”13,448 Days Alive
6 New Dishes Tried
1 New Fun Thing Found
I got to hang with both Cleo and J today. It was absolutely delightful.
Continue reading “Of Dim Sum and Delight”13,447 Days Alive
1,300 Days Straight on PostmarkWonderland
Today was… rough. Ended well, though.
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1,299 Days Straight on PostmarkWonderland
1/2 of a Crappy Frozen Cheese Pizza Eaten
Dinner was a mistake. But considering all I had eaten today was a cheese stick and a pair of caffeine pills? It was a necessary evil. Tomorrow’s dinner will be better. I can buy some salad and we can have chicken and salad.
Continue reading “Of Introspection and Indigestion”13,442 Days Alive
5,137 Words Written
1 Load of Laundry Washed
I spent most of my Sunday afternoon trying to write. I got a total of just over five thousand words written, but I don’t have a plot yet beyond “and then they kiss”.
Continue reading “Of Spock and Sherlock”13,441 Days Alive
19 Points on King of Tokyo
2 Lost Games
We had Chinese food for dinner. It was delicious. I love a good egg roll slathered in hot mustard.
Continue reading “Of Chats and Chinese”13,440 Days Alive
954 Days Straight on Duolingo
1 Easter Basket Gifted to Me
I’m up visiting J and Bill6 for the holiday weekend. J made haroset, a traditional Jewish dish that we eat around Passover.
Continue reading “Of Haroset and Happiness”13,435 Days Alive
14 Tarot Cards Read
1 Episode of Our Flag Means Death Watched
I’m about to medicate and crawl into bed.
Continue reading “Of Reading and Relaxing”13,434 Days Alive
I got to help J with a painting today. Not the actual painting of it, but more the facilitation of it by getting her a large color copy of the image she wanted to paint.
Continue reading “Of Paint and Pretzels”