So it’s Tuesday and there’s not much remarkable about today. Already cleaned the kitchen and about to go cycle the water through (we usually try to have four gallons of water on hand in the fridge, as we drink a lot of it), cleaned the litter box, and gotten everything up to this point on the checklists done (with the exception of exercise and stretching, as I woke up at 5:50 am with my back in knots and it’s still not calmed down to the point that I think cardio or yoga would be a good plan just yet). Not much spectacular to report, but then again, maybe that’s not a bad thing after all.
There’s no crisis, no mental meltdown, no spiraling mood. Today is just a day so far, and I don’t get enough of those. When you suffer from mental illness exacerbated by physical ailments, you wind up longing for “just a normal day.”
Of course, it’s not going to stay normal long. I’m keeping an eye on Tropical Storm Bill as it moves inland and threatens to dump even more rain on central Texas, so the evening might be rough around here. We’re under a tropical storm warning for at least the next 24 hours and that can of course mean severe thunderstorms and possible tornadoes. We’re practiced in duck and cover techniques; this is not our first rotating hellstorm. It just might make the evening interesting (as in “May you live in interesting times”).
If things warrant an update, I’ll post something.