Thank you both. Other than generally not feeling well physically, I'm not sure what triggered this. It just seems like all the old abusive self-talk got stuck on 'repeat' after someone turned the volume up to 11.

What I really need to be careful about is wallowing in this and doing nothing else all day. That'll just make things worse. So, I have pulled together a to-do list for the morning. Maybe a sense of accomplishment will help derail things.

I will join you in the doing of things, as soon as I finish my coffee. So much needs doing, and I actually do have energy today, so maybe I can get enough done that I at the end of the day I can tell I did something. That would be exciting.

I have a hanging birdbath in my front yard, on what I refer to as my iron tree. Walter wrapped his lead around the base, so I went to lead him back around it to give him more freedom of movement and managed to dump the birdbath on my head.

Pretty disgusting. And, in hindsight, inevitable, though I was surprised at the time.

Save me from teenaged boys who don't do their homework and then get pissed when they lose privileges and still have to do the homework, no matter how dumb they think that work is. Dude, you have a zero in that class. I don't care if he asked you to color every page in a color book to write a 50 page essay. Get. It. Done. And no, I don't care that you don't have school tomorrow. Get. It. Done.

Went to look at some cabinets someone in the neighborhood was getting rid of. They would have been perfect...except they were 1.25" too wide. Sigh.

Some productivity has happened, although the drawing I spent about 2 hours on needs to be scrapped. Argh. Well, at least I got started on it?

Now I'm thinking it might be good for my sanity if I got myself out of the house.

GET OUT OF THE HOUSE. That's what I'm doing in a little while, and I couldn't need it more.

I made a labor-intensive homemade devil's food cake to take to my parents' house later, but I'm worried it's not going to be cool enough to ice before we have to leave.

Aw, Anne. I do think feeling bad physically can make you feel bad mentally as well.

I, otoh, went up the Eiffel Tower today! Exciting.

I'd love to get out of the house but the boy is finally gone and I'm enjoying a bit of quiet. We had quite the argument before his dad picked him up.

((Cass))

Anne, keep in mind it has been a long, cold winter, and that just gets to you. I've not been feeling too badly, and I still have to fight the desire to sleep all the time.

I, otoh, went up the Eiffel Tower today! Exciting.

Dying.