Left the journal at home with my backpack, so time for an actual entry instead of posting a quiz or fortune cookie fortune. Getting over a minor cold/flu this weekend. Was tired/achy yesterday but now tired from the NyQuil I took. Sick or not laundry must be done. Too old to ignore it and goto TJ Maxx to buy clothes to tide me over. Besides, apartment management is coming in next week to test fire alarms so I have to get the apartment clean. Wallowing in my own mess is one thing, but I can’t have management know I live like that. **cluch pearls** what would the neighbors say.
Also ramping up for the holiday blues. I should get my light therapy lamp set up for the mornings. I don’t know, I’m in full “Just trying to make it to the end of the year” mode. Like just skip the rest of the days and go into 2026. Should I even pretend to be hopeful for the future?
