It's a bit hard to be cheerful today. Walter had another seizure this morning, a bad one. That makes four now, three of which I was the first on the scene. Poor pup.
Mobility is actually getting to be a bit of an issue for me. My hips are heavily laden, and my joints feel it and shout their unhappiness through jolts of pain and a general stretched feeling of too much weight. Poor joints.
Acne. Oh my word. Never been this bad in my whole life - including those awkward Junior High years. Poor skin.
My only goal today is to finish editing my thesis. I've made it through almost all three edited versions from my readers, but it is taking a very...long...time.
And it's raining.
And Trevor's stressed.
I was considering listing all the things to be cheerful for, but I think I'll just let it be for now.
With that much baby inside of you, you are totally entitled to a spot of distressed-ness. Nobody will hold it against you or your usual optimism.
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