This weekend for the first time in about seven weeks I went into the weekend not having plans with midget that she cancelled on me, instead I had plans to boardgame with Jerm and Dalton.
So I went out on Saturday and ate their food, and lost their boardgame (which was a nice change as I have beaten them embarrassingly at it before), and absorbed the heat of their heat pump while I mostly don't user mine as much as I probably ought.
On Monday I changed out my summer duvet for my winter one. After the weekend had featured a bit of sleet and the cold had started to really get to me.
I miss my thyroid and being able to keep warm just by my own body heat. Stupid losing part of my homeostatic regulatory system.
I also had a GP appointment where I told her that I was back to me regular levels of chronic fatigue and had beaten the post-COVID thing.
I followed this bu sleeping almost 11 hours that night and then still spending much of Tuesday napping, as all that sleeping had left me exhausted. So either the fatigue is still hanging around or I had severely overspent spoons on Monday.
My body is awful. And I just shouted a bunch of abuse at my phone almost simultaneously with marking "0 - does not describe me at all" to a health survey question asking if I am often "touchy", and realised that may possibly count. Raging at the tiniest technical difficulty of an interface might count.
I have just stayed 24 nights looking after Catsie for Simon and Joe while they were overseas. They have just returned so I am probably returning home today, assuming Simon is awake enough to drive into town.
Most of a month in Wingatui hasn't practically increased my social isolation, it has just made it more obvious.
Also the cat is a bit of an arsehole.
He is toilet trained fine, but two weeks in he had a day when he suddenly decided to just pee on the floor instead of his litter tray. Twice. Though he vomits on the floor fair regularly, so cleanup was an ongoing feature anyway.
I am also fairly allergic to him. Maybe ginger tom cats really do trigger allergies more than other cats, and he has covered everything I have in floof. So much floof. My clothes come out of the wash still visibly covered in cat hair...
Not having pets is a wonderful thing.
Especially not having pets who require fed multiple times a day and are vocal about it being at specific times.
Maybe my chronic fatigue being a bit worse than usual has made dealing with the cat's breakfast ritual a bit more of an ordeal this time than it has been in the past.
He has also been adorably clingy, feeling the need to watch me most of the time that he doesn't spend sitting on me. Often jumping onto the computer desk and trying to sit on my keyboard if I was being to rude as to try to play Stellaris when I could have been patting him. I miss when he stayed at floor level, and when he was pretty ambivalent about humans as anything more than a supplier of food.
I also had a friend's father's funeral to go to along the way. My social group seems to be shedding parents recently. The funeral was very nice. Though my bad-personness was running at 11, when I got all distracted by a distractingly attractive middle aged stranger in attendance - because that is appropriate funeral behaviour.
I may be having the fun of being enough in therapy that I am more sensitive to all my baggage but not remotely dealing with any of it yet. I have been having a lot of nightmare disturbed sleep, sometimes followed by four am panic attacks. Best use for 0400 to 0600, being very awake and hyper-vigilant. Not at all adding to my general exhaustion.
