Honey, I’m home

I spent part of this holiday weekend at Bestie’s house in Ashland, KY. I realized as I was packing this morning to come home that I never had an urge to cancel. I’ve looked forward to this trip, I knew I would enjoy hanging with that one person who understands me best, and I didn’t have to trick myself into going like I trick myself into mowing the yard.

This is big. Even before the current anxiety issues and covid and everything, I often had to restrain myself from texting, “Sorry, I can’t make it.” when I should be grabbing my car keys.

We had fun. Nothing that would sound like much if I described it. Just our usual chillin’ out. And it really was what I needed.

Now I’m home again. The wee demon almost crushed my windpipe trying to steal a veggie chip from my hand. I’m on the couch in a nightgown (I changed as soon as I brought in my bags), not mowing the back yard.

My stomach / intestines are more or less recovered from last week’s derangement. I don’t have to work tomorrow. Life is bearable.