The 2nd & 3rd; There's no one there!
The 2nd of September..
Ugh, fucking hell. Boris is making a statement outside Downing Street and I have put The Secret Life of the Zoo on because I genuinely can't cope with having to hear him act like he's legitimate.
I had a good night, because I had a Zopiclone. My back was still not great, although in a slightly different area! Nothing the gabapentin can help with, just probably my body misbehaving. This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then I got the paperwork filled in for this evening's adoption. I think once Brooke's gone, I'll get a single kitten from Shaki, but it depends on what happens with Nicole's remaining one. We shall see!
This afternoon, I went to the gym, where I had a pretty crappy session. I could only do five minutes of hand cycling, because my arms just got too tired! Then I couldn't do my routine as I wanted, and everything just felt excessively exhausting. My back was really aching by the end, so as soon as I got home I put the ice pack in between me and a cushion.
It better not do this on Wednesday. Need good eyes and good back please.
The 3rd of September.
Quiet day. It's the second anniversary of Dean's death, which is kind of shocking. I only got to have him in my life for just over a year and now he's been gone for nearly double that. Obviously I wish he was still here because I know he would crack me up with catty comments about our politicians but also I'm so glad he doesn't have to see what we've become. I've just ignored the news all day because I just don't have the energy to endure Boris' bullshit (and that of everyone else too).
This morning I checked through Daddy's finished work on Sadie's spreadsheets as quickly but thoroughly as possible, then sent it over to her and she seemed very happy with it. I hope she still feels that way when she's actually using the data! I'm pretty sure it's all correct but still, I worry.
My afternoon has been one of Dark Time. From about half past one until four, I was lying on my bed with the curtains closed, my headphones on, listening to a playlist of songs to boost my self-esteem to try and crush my stupid self-conscious brain. I'm really not enjoying it at all, but I think the music helped. I'm not having any stressy food thoughts this evening, anyway.
Brooke's adoption was very straightforward last night - she practically got in the box of her own accord and after some hyperness in her new home, she settled down enough to be photographed snoozing. I just now keep expecting to be mewed at when I'm in the bathroom but there's no one there!
