Less recovered from the stomach bug than I was hoping for, more recovered than I was braced for. I've had some of these be absolutely brutal week-long affairs, and I'm just relieved it's on its way out.

The rest of today's been a bit of a trial, too, from very confusing social interactions and laptop shenanigans, to having to make up a day of work over the weekend and being barraged with dreams that reminded me how much I've lost socially in the last five years.

Objectively, there are a lot of reasons that being down here with Peg, in a place of our own and really only responsible for each other, is really good for me.

Subconsciously, after 20 years of living in communal homes, some part of my brain keeps whimpering, "B–but where did all the people go?!" (And not incidentally, "Where's all the weed?!" *smirk* But that's probably been fairly good for me in the long term too.)

I really, really look forwards to a normal week—especially since this is the ninth or tenth consecutive week I've wished for one. Did Barry tear something open on some other dimensional plane? 'Cause I've been having nothing but weird, uneasy living since then. Maybe it would explain why it turned out so pitiful on this plane. :p