And then, there's a bearded fetus.

The two front tires on my car have consistently had very slow leaks for a very long time now. One of them had started getting a bit faster, though, and I was sick of needing to wonder if I would find it flat on any given morning. So I lost an afternoon to waiting around while they put two new ones on. Woo, spending money and time, yay…

Also lost another afternoon to waiting approximately three thousand years to donate blood, despite having an appointment. *sigh* So possibly my feelings of not being able to fit everything into the day or the week are reasonable.

All the same, I’m starting to hit the stage of light anxiety attacks every morning and afternoon, as I try to figure out how I’m going to do what I need to. Mostly, the answer so far has been “get to bed later,” which is not doing me any favors in the mental health department.

Ironically, many of the things I’m trying to jigsaw together are things that are supposed to be good for me. I work out daily. I have a trivia app that’s supposed to be chill and informative and better than doomscrolling. I have cut back on my social media time and watching Youtube mindlessly in favor of reading books or watching specific shows for controlled amounts of time. I appear to be doing everything right, yet I feel worse and worse.

So that’s a thing that’s happening!

Lewisia: 3 new pieces written

Day job: 42.5 hours

Crafting: finished another cotton crochet washcloth

Gardening: planted what turned out to be hyssop

Reading: We Won't All Survive by Kate Alice Marshall (so it looks like I have a new favorite author now, because this and These Fleeting Shadows were very much exactly my jam, creepy and mysterious and adventurous with a dose of “if we get out of this alive, let’s hold hands later” romance-ish)

Listening: 100 Cowboys by Carter Vail (yep, excellent, as expected)

Playing: new town-thing in Pokopia, and now there’s cooking???

Clock Mouse: 95 minutes of planning work, plus 2018 words written

Other: blood donation