Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,341 Days Alive
5,383 Books to Read
6 Current Yarny Projects Still Pending Completion from 2018!
2 Books Being Read
2 Very Happy Kitties
1 AWOL Yule Gift
Ringing in the Gregorian New Year with my Darling Wife and my in-laws was fun! I fully admit I spent most of the evening chatting or crocheting! Steph spent most of the evening loving on Cousin Ashley’s daughter Mini, so her poor arms are sore.
Continue reading “1 Jan, 2019: Bed, Glorious Bed (And Cats!)”
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.
Witch Way to Mintwood
Addison Creek
Witch with a talking cat, not named Salem, gets up to hijinks. And she ends up being roommates with a friend who got dumped.
Zero
Days alive: 12,176
Days till NaNoWriMo: 2 and counting!
Crochet projects worked on today: 1
Writing projects worked on today: 2
Lunchtime spent with J: 1
Frappa-Whatzit consumed: 1
Positions resigned: 1
I resigned from my job today. Cried in my car once I got to Moe’s, then again at Starbucks.
It was necessary, but so, so very stressful for me.
Days alive: 12,156
Phone calls made at work: 51
Times I’ve had to fight the cat off the blanket I’m crocheting: 3
Times I’ve shared my post for witches: 4
Amount of terror I’m feeling: A LOT.
I did this to myself. I was like “let me write out a book of shadows or something for Mimi. She’ll like it, it’ll be quick and easy!”
Narrator: “Spoilers: it isn’t.”
Continue reading “Quills, Pills, and Cat Hair: Life as a Witch”
Days alive: 12,154
MegaLoad washers in use: 2
Cost for one basket of laundry: $6.25
Cost for one box of soap: $0.75
Hours slept: 6.5 hours
Full hampers of laundry to be done: 3
Hey, look at that. There is post on Sundays!
I’ve slept, but my anxiety is through the roof so far today. I don’t seem to be able to do anything right. And Steph is somehow more sunburnt than I am so I can’t be affectionate at all without bothering her.
I feel like a colossal inconvenience in general right now.
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