Temperance society meeting, Friday midnight.

Possibly winding down. Temperate today. Night will be the test.

So tired.

Burning bridges, then icing them over.

Worst night for cycling through flashes. At least eight, maybe twelve, leaving little time for sleep. Wake, sweat, uncover, chill, cover, nap. Repeat.

Unwell throughout the day, but that might be the pollen talking.

Time to strip paint.

Hot flashes with springs of sweat. Removed all cloth last night, and Eleanor decides it's a good time to stand on my chest. I disagreed and scooted her off.

Usually, this runs about two weeks, start the timer.

Petering out

And done. With intense misery and exhaustion. But it didn't last long.

Dribbles.

Time to step back

Starting again, of course. At least it wasn't last week. No wonder I was tetchy over the weekend.

Which I kinda knew.

On this week, thanksalot.

The usual started again. Mess and misery at work. Not to say a bad day, just low on coping ability.

And asked to cover tomorrow for a reinjured cow-orker, so I am.

It's a great fucking deal

Six boxes of obs, $3 off. In the spirit of murphy's laws, I bought them. Yes, I'm feeling defeated.

And ill and tired and seeping.