It's been a rough day. I don't deal well with dealing with the public--pretty bad case of social anxiety disorder--and I managed, despite that, to go grocery shopping alone, call to cancel the health insurance that we'd had for nine years, and call around to find a pest control company that wanted our money.*
On top of that, I've got a solid case of cramps. I want to just curl up around a heat pad and drink 'til they stop, but I've got to go get the boy in an hour and a half, and I've got housework to do.
However. At the grocery store, I found something that happens to be one of my all-time favorite things: jalapeno bologna. I hadn't even seen jalapeno bologna in years. And I found rice flour penne.**
Yes, I have a fuckton of work to do (clear out all the cabinets in the kitchen) before tomorrow morning. Yes, I'm still jittery from my morning of doing things way the hell outside my comfort zone. Yes, I probably should be taking some thyroid support supplements (and some B vitamins) and getting off my ass and getting to work.
But. I've had a fried jalapeno bologna and sharp cheddar cheese sandwich, and another cup of coffee, and I feel like I can manage what I still need to do.
The little things bring great comfort.
*We've contacted two that wouldn't return our calls.
**I wanted some pasta bake, and I've found I prefer the taste and texture of rice pasta over corn or quinoa.
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