I have started writing again, and am finding it equal parts exhausting and satisfying.
I wrote for just under 20 minutes tonight, and will do more in the morning.
I really need to get to sleep, which means I'll probably read a bit more of Dorian Dawes' Harbringer Island, pace the house a bit, fidget in bed, then eventually fall asleep.
reminder that making bread is exceedingly occult, you're ritually creating a tiny microcosm and then destroying it in fire to create the very first meaningful food ever made, the thing that made us settle down and start doing civilization
Reading about "aspie girls" (written by women with aspergers) and realizing that most of the descriptions are... oddly relatable? I mean I'm not a girl, but I was socialized as one. Idk... I didn't think I was on the spectrum but a lot of this is really relatable, and I know autism often manifests differently in women.
A storm is starting to brew.
Because I have Tues/Thurs afternoons off next week, and can try out "that exciting new stretch class" then instead, I'm giving myself permission to stay home (& warm & dry) tonight.
I might do some yoga before bed, but letting myself relax and not drive in the rain is going to be really nice.
My Saga, in summary:
Day 1: IRS asked for my credit card account #, I accidentally entered the card number, they froze my acct for 24 hours
Days 2 and 3: IRS website experiencing "technical difficulties"
Day 4: Enter my credit card ACCOUNT #, told it didn't match records, account frozen for another 24 hours
WTFFFFF
Hi I'm Sparrow! Queer kid-adventurer, sci fi/horror geek, wildlife enthusiast, & Witch. Enboi, they/them. T1d. Intersectional feminist. BT/special education aide.