My sunflowers bring all the bees to the yard, and they’re like, “we pollinate hard”.
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Good morning, world. It’s another sunny morning. The local wildlife is enjoying the sunlight and warmth while they still can. The bird feeders in the front yard are hopping, with a very steady stream of chickadees and sparrows swooping out of the pines and picking up seeds. Shawshank went outside and tossed some puffed wheat and seeds in the backyard when we heard the crows. The “core 4” – Huginn, Muninn, Edgar Allen Crowe, and Lenore – have been snacking on the walk, beaks and talons clicking.
My sunflowers bring all the bees to the yard, and they’re like, “we pollinate hard”.
Yesterday was shit. I set up the bedroom to work, as usual, and started getting ready. I hadn’t done my hair, because I wanted to wig it for a change. Found some skivvies, popped on a wig, and that’s about when things started to go bad for me.
The wig lasted about 10 minutes before I took it off. I wasn’t 100% feeling it, except in a sensory way, where I was feeling it 287%.
I pulled out all my props and game pieces, and went live. While going over the rules to my JOI game, my brain blue screened.
While part of me tried to recover, the rest of me panicked. I tried to calm myself down and recover, but shut things down after about 3 minutes. My anxiety level was off the charts. I sat on the bean, took a few deep breaths, and drank most of my bottle of water. When I had settled down a little, I focused on breaking down the set and putting everything away. I spent the rest of the afternoon doing some art therapy, working on new game pieces until dinnertime.
Today will be better. It can’t be worse.
