I've had a couple of good days this week. Like, really, really good ones.
Followed by a bad one.
It's to be expected, i know i still have a long way to go.
But at least now, when it hits me, i deal instead of panic.
It feels kinda good, while feeling super crappy, obviously.
Tomorrow we're going to the shop cause i need to finish a headpiece and we have a few shop renovations to take care of. The good kind, fortunately.
I was actually supposed to get tattooed, but that husband of mine keeps not drawing for it.
Maybe next weekend, if i'm lucky.
Walking Lucifer yesterday
Where i've been all day today
Allan went to the movies, for the second night in a row.
I'm taking it easy, hanging on the couch with Lucifer and learning how to not feel guilty about that.