Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Time sense: Somewhat confused.

Well, it’s not all that surprising, considering that 1) it’s a three day weekend of which, 2) I worked one day. Which is why I’m not sure if today is Saturday or Sunday, gut-wise.

It doesn’t help that the weather is fluctuating again, which is not doing my allergies any help whatsoever. I take Claritin in the morning and Chlor-Trimeton at night, and my nose is still running like a tap and various joints are sore as hell. I was planning on taking it easy today, but the cats still need to be fed, laundry still needs to be done, and food still needs to be procured.

On the plus side, I did finally put together a sterling spoon pendant (frigging thing was fighting me all the way) and that’s in the tumbler now so I feel like I achieved something today. With regards to writing, we’re watching Carnival Row and for some reason it keeps prompting scenes from books in the Pacifica Rising series, don’t ask me why. My brain is a weird place.