Knotted and tense and yet here it is, a beautiful day in spring, nothing overly disturbing going on in my world, just blooms and birdsong. Mr. Moon was off before I got up to go to town and work in the duplex we own, getting it ready to rent. He works so hard.
I should go take a walk, see if I can work some of this anxiety out of me, shake it off, let it go. Come home, do some cleaning. I don't know.
I don't know, I don't know, I do not know.
I don't know shit.
I wonder if I have any adrenal function at all at this point. Whatever regulates it is fucked beyond.
I'm pretty sure about that.