Today was a wash. Started with hope, got laundry done and ran an errand. But the weather permeated and rain clouds became metaphoric. It took more energy than I thought to get out to my uncle’s 75th birthday. I was overwhelmed. Hate that it still happens. Used to be good in group settings; now I get anxious. Thankfully a few game of pool in the basement centered me and I got through the rest of the night. Back to where I started, I think.
A good time to sleep then.
The Bloody Doors Off 
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