Yesterday was pre-sweetheart anxiety Friday again. I got stuff done. I also slept a lot. I seem to be like Fess (FCC #651919) in The Warlock In Spite of Himself, a robotic horse that, due to a weak capacitor, shuts down like a circuit breaker whenever things get too freaky. When not on duloxetine, my reactions to too much craziness or weirdness or drama can vary, not all of them pretty or convenient.
What I didn’t do is make my routine catpost, so we’ll say this is yesterday’s, and I’ll catpost later on today. Probably. Sweetheart in hand (or at least in room).