Things are going well–I have a full workload again at the job, the basement is going so fast and smooth, Toby’s doing well–but at the same time everything feels like too much (there are deadlines, strangers are in the house, Toby needs constant supervision). I want a day off, or a day as a pine cone:
Maybe I should knit or sew more. “Helps a little!”
Where’s the lie?
At least I canceled Spotify so I’m not getting served ads for ICE. “Finally, a job for a loser with a vacant stare and a raisin brain.”
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