With the health of my elder muse being fragile, planning goes no farther than each day’s end.
This is a difficult adjustment for an OCD-laden girl to make. While my anxiety and panic issues detest schedules, my obsessiveness goes giddy over them.
So, I had found a somewhat happy medium that would keep all mental gremlins from turning teeth upon me. But “midnight as endgame” was NOT part of that brittle truce.
Surprisingly, however, I have suffered no new bite marks from my pointy-eared foibles yet. All is alarmingly calm in the brain as the day-to-day life has taken over.
Sounds ominous, doesn’t it?
Yeah, keeping an eye out for a fallout shelter myself.
Might want to keep a hardhat handy for yourselves. Just saying.