Good morning, world. As usual, I’m looking at a mostly sunny day through my window. A helluva storm rolled through last night. A lot of heavy rain, some winds, etc.
I’m feeling a better every day. I ate half a bagel with some tuna on it for dinner, which is more calories than I’ve had in one meal than I’ve had in the last few days. The bruises are probably mostly gone at this point, although there’s still moments where the world goes sparkly and I have to stop whatever I’m doing (or not doing). I didn’t spend half the afternoon in bed yesterday, so there’s that. Instead, I watched Outlander in the living room. I was able to sleep a little better last night, and I think returning to a mostly normal bedtime routine. Before the nightly video chat, I painted a small bit of practice while Netflix ran. After I got off the phone with Shaweshank, I took a half tab of whatever was left from my stash of melatonin and watched yet another episode of Outlander*. I fell asleep relatively quickly with both cats snuggling close because of the storm.
I’m enjoying the first coffee I’ve had in a few days. It’s just ok. I think I overhyped it in my head this morning. And like the coffee, I assume the day will be ok.
*The next book in the series is coming out next month and I don’t have time for a reread of everything, sadly.
