Recovery.

[green_dreams]

I had a hell of a day, in that long, drawn-out, hell-as-absence-of-good-things sense.

I came home late and gave Toby medicine, and let him out of the bathroom for a bit. I put him back in the bathroom when I fell asleep on the hallway floor and he woke me up by walking over me to get into John's room.

Then I went to bed for just a few minutes.

Three hours later, I woke up from a series of work-related vague and bad dreams and discovered it was 10:00. I fed the cats and... I don't know. Vegged for a bit. I can't remember exactly.

Then we went out to Boston Pizza for dinner, and I rediscovered that (1) food helps, (2) good company and conversation helps, and (3) you can get alcoholic drinkable versions of those red-white-and-blue Rocket popsicles. It was a good way to celebrate pointedly quitting. (I have never done this before. I think it was a good thing, but it throws me a little.)

Now I'm going back to sleep.

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[jagash.livejournal.com]

*wince* Condolances and congrats at the same time.