Much over which to cogitate today. Much to replay. I'm 57 and I'm ashamed of my childish responses to Jim's harangues. I slid down the ladder to gut-level and threw gasoline on a fiery situation. Frayed from trying to reason with Jim, did I somehow think answering irrationality with more of the same would do the trick? Where was my mind?!
Slept off & on last night, mostly off. Now, taking physical inventory, I can't help noticing: Slight sore throat. Got some chills too. So soon? Is this for real?
Looks like I'm in for the ride. Meanwhile, self-quarantine.
Note: What I thought was a parked boomcar every morning, turns out to be someone's snoring. Imagine that. Fwoomp… Fwoomp…
Sometime today, in between naps, I realized that I'd been rationing my Duloxetine. The closer I always get to the end of each month, the sooner I run out by the 31st. We only get a 30-day supply. Would that explain my mental lapse? Conflict is so unlike me.
Joel said he'd pick up my meds due on the 4th of Jan. Bat brought me salmon and salad. I ate slowly. I'm grateful for the friends I have. An understatement.
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