slept in slash overslept a bit this morning but eventually crawled out of bed and got to my first meeting on time. this was one of those days where i fought the forces of “i don’t wanna” all day, and i’m not sure if i did any better than a standoff.
so it goes, sometimes.
this is day 84 of The Isolation. that’s 12 weeks. three. months. and no end in sight.
dinner: takeaway from noble wave