So, I got through the worst anxiety filled workday ever.
It actually wasn’t the worst day ever, it was a horrible day, but not the worst day ever.
Anyway, Randy and I are sitting in bed, watching Clash videos and he scratch/massaged my head with both his hands. I’d tell you how good it felt, but then I’d feel dirty.
Me: Fucking hell, that feels good.
Me: If my head needs to be scratched this bad, I think I have head lice.
Randy: Or ticks.
Me: Or warbles.
Me: I don’t even know what warbles are.
Me: They might not even be real. Maybe, I read about them in a Harry Potter book.
Randy: Maybe, they’re upside down marbles.
You guys, I laughed way too long at that. Also, I googled warbles and they are parasitic fly looking things. I totally could have warbles. Or they might be upside down marbles.
Laughing felt good. I needed it.
I talked earlier this week about my spiking anxiety. I’ve either been in tears or nears tears way too often in the past week.
On the plus side, I can always count on you guys to lift my spirits, make me laugh, or give me perspective.
It might not make the anxiety go away, but you help me get a grasp on it. My grasp is still tenuous, but I’m confident I’ll get a better grip soon.
The other thing Randy and I did to help tamp down anxiety was to vote early. I know early voting won’t make these next few days go by any faster, but I feel good knowing I’ve done what I can.
I’m not going to feel much better until we get past November, 8th, but I do feel a little better knowing our votes are cast. If early voting is available for you, you should totally go get that shit over with. It feels good.
Whatever happens, I am glad you guys are here and in case I haven’t mentioned it a lot, I appreciate you all more than I can say.
Now, quit being all mushy, gawd.
I am the only woman in my family who has no artistic ability. But Marble really does look happy. Also, it’s possible, but not likely, that Marble lives on my head.