No, I Shouldn’t be Home at All

I should be at the Castle, painting.

The damned ankle thing has triggered a flare. I was really, really trying to get through this move without one. Dammit.

I wasn’t able to get to sleep last night because I was hurting and hadn’t really eaten enough. (Note to self: the sleepy meds WILL NOT WORK unless taken with some significant amount of food. Apparently, a piece of toast doesn’t count.)

I didn’t really get to sleep until after Sam made me eat some scrambled eggs this morning. Then I had a few hours of that weird, half-in-half-out REM sleep that results in vivid, disorienting dreams.

Latest stupid body trick: I can nibble crackers constantly, or eat something more substantial about every two hours—or deal with nausea/reflux/general nastiness. Great.

Related to absolutely nothing, I never thought I’d say it, but I want more user pics. I am sliding into shallowness. Eeek!

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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