Hello, Natter. I was way behind and now I'm all caught up and I even have some stuff I'd like to say but I don't have the spoons to put my thoughts together. I'm slowly coming out of yet another bout of depression and my ankle still doesn't work very well and I'm sleeping too much. I'm sick and tired of the state of politics but I can't stop following the news and that's sure not helping me at all.

But I'm fine. I'm working on rearranging my house and getting it cleaned up enough to hire weekly cleaners. I've lost 15 pounds since the beginning of May, despite being unable to exercise much at all. My hair is shorter than it's ever been and it's really cute and I like it. No photos, ugh. Work is going okay; they want me to do too many things I don't want to do, but that's normal for a corporate job. My cats are healthy and sassy and loud, my family's doing well, and my friends haven't given up on me yet.

So I'm fine. Right? Send chocolate and shiny things.

The weather is mad, the wildfires and other natural and personal disasters are terrifying, and housing costs too much. Love and virtual hugs and ~ma to everyone.

I would gladly go to Fort Matt

Hi Zenkitty! Good to see your pixels.

Zen, keep hanging in there. You might not be fine all the time, but it's ok to not be fine and keep trying.

So I get ww2 tweets from 1939 on my twitter. I might have to stop that because of how often I momentarily think they are from the fucking present.

Hi, Zen!

Hi, y'all.

Hi Zen!

I have salad and leftover galette. Life could be worse.

Sarameg, that's an amazing poster! I think that it's worth it to spend a bit on frames, because It protects the artwork forever- plus it looks so nice.

Mandatory evacuation creeping closer to me. Still the other side of I-80. I legit don't know if I should go to work like normal or start packing up.

Winds are not nearly as high as they were last night. I should probably get some sleep.