Friday, not my day

groceries, annual check-up, covid booster, oil change, fix Hallowe'en decorations cat pulled down, trim cat claws (ohemgee they are crazy long and sharp)

I still want to trim my hair and maybe shave my legs (which I just spelled "leggs" because this is a 1970's commercial). I know, I know, I was growing it out. When the stress / anxiety itchies start -- and they're here several days a week right now -- the leg(g) hair just drives me even nuttier.

So this is my check-in. I'm sure a casual observer, who just happens to be noting my every action today which isn't weird or creepy at all, sees me accomplishing and self-caring and whatever. I'm not. I'm functioning, nothing more.

So I got through today's checklist. And I was dead on my feet by 3:00 pm. Like it's a good thing Zoe (my car) knows the way home because my brain had nothing left to contribute. I've been blah on the couch for a few hours now, somehow exploded my right knee one of the few times I've been up. And I'm stalled out at what to fix for supper.

Does it seem like I used the wird "check" a lot in this post? Or compound words with "check"? Like an usually high amount? I just feel like I typed "check" a lot.

Anyway. That's where I am. I hope you're doing more than just surviving.