Yesterday was very schizophrenic, in the metaphorical not the literal sense, up to and including my digestive system flailing for like the third day and then a sleep that was wall-to-wall stress dreams. The cat who usually sleeps under the covers with me instead slept down at the foot of the bed; I must have been hellaciously restless all night. It took almost all the energy I had this morning, but I called in and picked up a breakfast sandwich and a latte from Chop; bonus: the refrigerated case had dolmas. Construction has picked up again outside my apartment, so I might get to test out how much of the noise the Airpods Pro can suppress. My plan today mostly is to try to let my system rest from whatever new surge of stressors has been knocking it out of whack. So: catching up on television, and maybe letting a rewatch of Birds of Prey run in the background before my rental expires.
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