I fell asleep shortly after writing last night. Then Rogue and Jack decided to wake me up around 1am. Rogue was barking like she needed water, but there was still plenty there. I dumped a little more into there and growled at her until she drank it. I was up for about an hour and did all my usual midnight tasks at that point. I managed to get back to bed around 2:30 and then woke up around 11:30am. It was a little later than I would usually take a walk in the summer, but it was only 79 degrees out, so I attached Jack to a leash and off we went. My phone went wonky as I was trying to get out the door and didn't want to play my audiobook, but then I got it working once I had given up on my headphones. I hope those headphones aren't broken. They're pretty new. I bought them after quarantine started. Mostly I was able to listen to the phone without headphones today, but I did have a problem when a guy with no muffler on his car drove past.
I got home and read LJ and DW. Then I started on my reading. It was like pulling teeth to get started, but once I did get started, I finished everything without too much fuss about it.
Kevin complained that he was starving to death and hadn't eaten breakfast. I went to cook. When I was 5 minutes from serving dinner, I realize he was in the shower. Fine, he gets cold french fries. And he gets to know I'm displeased with him. He said he didn't think I was actually going to cook, he was just whinging. Then he whinged that there wasn't enough food. To be fair, I made an entire bag of fries and two entire cans of chili. Exactly how much food does he need? The bag of fries doesn't even tell you how to make an entire bag of fries at once. It tells you how to make half a bag of fries at once. I ate less than he did, and was fine.
I was done with dinner by 5:30, and didn't have anything pressing to do until 7. I did all of my dailies, took a shower, and wound up in Discord talking about today's "assignment" from the 30 day spiritual boot camp my rabbi is doing with us. The "assignment" is to write yourself a love letter. I am really struggling. I haven't actually started it yet, but every time I think about what I'm going to write, I start it "I know you're not actually good at anything, but..." and I just feel this is an awful way to start a love letter. So I don't know. I'll give it more consideration once I finish writing here.
I took my second increased dose of my meds today, and it literally felt like a fog lifted out of my head, and I could function again. All morning and afternoon I was on the struggle bus, but about an hour after taking my meds, everything cleared and I was back to my usual "everything's alright" self. I'll continue at this dose for a while, until my brain seems to be mostly clear for a few days. I'm only supposed to do it for a few days at a time, so we'll see when I feel like I can go back down again. I'll have to feel alright for a few days in a row first, I think.
At 7, we had our weekly voice in, or voice chat write in on our region's Discord. Wyatt was already there and asking me where everyone was by 5 to 7. Patience, grasshopper! I joined at 6:59, and two others joined by 7:15. Everyone who was there voted for doing another voice in each week on Saturdays at 4, so I went ahead and put that on the schedule. Then I noticed that Valerie hadn't put the Friday Talos Battles on the calendar, so I asked her why. She was still getting approval from her husband to do it (it is right at her children's bed time so she has to get him to cover for her to do it). I said I'd cover it tomorrow since I kind of promised Wyatt a write in.
During the write in, I wrote about 2000 words during 3 15 minute word wars. The first two wars I used to brainstorm what I was doing for a second story to write during November (I learned last year to always have a back up!) So now I have to actually outline that, and maybe that's a task for late tonight or tomorrow. The third war I used to just free write, and see what came out, which seemed to be mostly concern for the fact that I keep spending more and more money on Rogue's vet bills. While nothing has been actually serious yet, there have been a lot of vet visits for her. I'm concerned her time on earth is coming to a close rather sooner than I would like. But then again, nothing has actually been serious yet. Maybe she still has years. She's not a car where a lot of little problems signal the end of its useful life just as much as one big problem does.
When I finished that, around 8:30, Kevin wanted to show me how he had spent the entire day fixing the Ranger class in D&D so it isn't quite so worthless. Then I started writing here, a little bit late.
It looks like all of the days of the rest of the ten day period are going to be cooler than average, which is nice. It's not quite an early fall, however, since it will be back to the high 80s a week from Sunday, and stay warm into September. Accuweather is back to telling me that fall starts on September 12th with a few more warm days after that, but also days into the 70s starting after that.
I guess Kevin just realized that I was going to be busy all day on Saturdays now so we have to do our grocery orders a day earlier than usual if I'm going to do write ins on Saturday. That means doing that right now or as soon as he gets himself back to bed, since he's in the kitchen right now. I guess some weeks Saturdays are going to be my big days along with Mondays. That's alright. We'll just have to change groceries to come on Fridays. That is actually fine as long as they don't charge us until Fridays, and I guess since it is a credit card, not a debit card, they can actually charge us on Thursday and I can pay on Friday. Whatever, we'll figure it out.
I just spent like half an hour staring at my bank account's website trying to figure out why there was a $75 discrepancy. As it turns out, Chewy didn't send me an email before sending me the autoship of cat food I have with them, so I wasn't expecting a $75 charge, but it was a legitimate charge, and I do need the cat food, so, everything is fine again. I just wish they'd send me a reminder before they send me autoships. I think they used to?
Anyway, I keep staring through space like that's a good use of my time, so I think I need to go find something to actually do that isn't write here anymore. My brain feels fuzzy. Maybe it's getting to be bed time?