Missing a Monday

Almost lost track of the days. My SO starts their work week on Sundays, so our week is set a little different than most people’s. Sleep was strange and all I remember is strange dreams. Considering the long string of bad days I’ve been experiencing lately, I attempted a ton of Opposite Action.

I forced myself outside a few times to drink in the sun. Look at the plants. Watch the dog harass the local wildlife. Watched the local wildlife harass the dog. Have you ever seen a chipmunk bite a dog? Yeah, pretty funny.

It honestly doesn’t feel like there was much of a day. I don’t remember doing anything productive. But by the same token, at least it wasn’t a horrible day that dragged on forever. Nothing serious to report on any front. I practiced my Baritone Ukulele some and drove my SO in sane. There’s that!

Practice makes … god, I’m terrible. Sorry, guys. Thanks for reading!

Published by Whooter

Southern Peach 🍑, in her 30’s - Artist 🎨 + Bibliophile 📚 + Geek 🎮 + Nerd 👓 + Animal-Lover 🐾 + Bipolar Disorder 💢 x Anxiety 😨 x PTSD 💣÷ DBT Therapy ✨ + Mental Health Matters 🧠 = ME 👩🏽

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