I'm struggling with writing today. That's natural and fine, but I'm going to try and put the words down.
I stayed productive for most of the morning and afternoon. After my usual morning writing exercises, I had a sound check for my Songwriter Sunday, followed by a doc appointment and a few errands. One of these errands included picking up food for my lovely leopard gecko, Athena. (If you've never seen a Dubia Roach, definitely Google them, but don't be afraid: they're far quieter and less smelly than crickets.) The other involved picking up a package that had been shipped to an old address.
One of these errands involved a very kind person who reached out to me via Instagram and let me know a delivery had been sent to his apartment with my name, address and apartment number on it. Wild! We chatted for a few days before I knew it was legit and I made my pickup. He was so sweet and congenial. It restored a bit of my faith in humanity, if I can use that old trope.
Today was a good day because I felt like it was normal to run around and perform errands (double masked, of course). I usually hate going to the doctor's office, but today it gave me something to plan for; to be ready for.
I'm feeling a bit spent from the six vials of blood drawn from my arm, so I might let myself relax a bit extra tonight. I know it's not a *huge* deal, but my pre-doc blood pressure and my post-doc blood pressure readings were entirely different; the latter dropped back down to normal. My anxiety is a very real thing and I'm trying to honor whatever my body is up to these days. Right now, my anxiety monsters are rallying for a Netflix night. (Don't forget to visit my post: "In Defense of Vices". Takeout and TV, here we gooooooo.)
So, reader, I apologize for the short post, and I hope to get you something much more snackworthy tomorrow. Today was too exciting for this old lady.
Until tomorrow, stay well, stay safe, and stay kind.