Everything is terrible again. I was marveling at my physical response to stress and depression, today. Like my body forcing me into running from my problems, I'm exhausted. I dozed off in the time between telling Venmo to transfer to my bank, and the vibration confirming it has been sent. Aside from family members making life-reducing decisions, I have 95 lbs of peaches to process, salsa to make and two girls dresses I wanted to make before next weekend + a sashiko mending class Saturday, and sing-through of the music collection for Summer Music Together classes, and book club.

I'm just going to crawl in to bed so that I have more to worry about tomorrow.