Today’s Thursday. I’m here. The sun’s out, but it’s still a cold morning for us. The anchors on the morning news program are saying “don’t go outside”, which is just as applicable here as it is to them in NY.
I spent most of yesterday in my bedroom. Mom cleaned her friend’s house, so she wasn’t home for most of the afternoon. I opted to snuggle the cats. Chaucer settled at the foot of the bed in a fuzzy loaf. Mal slept beside me while I played Baldur’s Gate on the Switch. He got all the cuddles and pets.
I’m trying not to get into my head too much today. Yesterday was very bad. It happened, and there’s nothing I can do to change it, so I can either get past it and remember the good things, or I can dwell on the bad shit. Brian’s mother wants to go to some hardware store, and so we’re going to the hardware store. Mom thinks we might go out for lunch as well, which I’m sure I’ll pick at. After two days of panic-induced stress puking last week and another two of travel where I didn’t eat much more than a couple of packs of pretzels while I made my way back south, I’m at a point where food is not a major priority to me.
