3TT

Welcome to 3TT.  Also day 2 of no work thanks to the heat-related power outage.  That seemingly delightful occurrence brings us to T number one.

1.  Having a routine is crucial to my mental health.  Seriously.  Yesterday's day off work was fine and I kept myself busy, expecting to be back at work again today.  No harm no foul.  Today has been a completely different story.  I had nothing to keep me grounded.  I went back to bed for a few hours, watched tv, roamed the grocery store, and binged.  I felt untethered and pretty lost.  Enter good old friend anxiety. By the time my hour with Rachel rolled around I was in tears. For no reason.  But my mind searched high and low nonetheless and latched onto something.  After I was done for Rachel I cried in my car for a few minutes and then hit the gym.  15 minutes of weights and an hour of yoga. Better than nothing but the best I could do.  I'm actually hoping I have work tomorrow. Who does that?

2.  Food fucks up and fixes almost anything.  I was undone by a giant loaf of French bread and goat cheese earlier today.  And.....half a package of cookies.  I'm putting myself back together with teriyaki onions and tofu on a bed of spinach.  And two beers. Funny how mood can have such an impact on how you feel and perceive the rest of the world around you.  When done properly, food is one of the purest forms of self-care we have available.  Once I finish my plate, watch SYTYCD, and wash a few dishes I plan to get into bed early with a book and put this day to bed.  Tomorrow is another day and, at the behest of Rachel, I'll be seeing how I feel and function with less carbs and sugar in my life.  Probably a fail waiting to happen.

3.  My cats are the best thing in my daily life.  They force me out of my selfish bubble and help me to give of myself in their care.  They snuggle me at night and their furry little faces are the first thing I see in the morning.  They're always waiting for me at the door when I come home, no matter how long I've been gone.  They run around and cry like banshees and make me laugh so damn hard.  Even when they're naughty I still love them to pieces.  When I'm crying they......well they hang close but not too close otherwise I'll hug them to death.  I know I'm the cat lady and I do not care one bit.  I obviously had free time today, so here are a few pictures of the little devils.  If they make you smile, my work is done.   3TT out.