It’s April and there are daffodils, but also it’s snowing.

All my pants are too long for me, because I am vertically challenged. This evening I gave up and took a pair of scissors and chopped the last six inches off the cuffs of a pair of baggy leggings that I got second hand from my older sister. They no longer get caught under my heels when I wear them around the house and they don’t bunch up around my ankles. This is a nice thing.

(Is it a look? Nobody else will think so. Will I ever get around to hemming them? No. Does it matter? I don’t really think so.)

This evening I’ve been hiding in my room, awkwardly dancing to the Tedeschi Trucks Band and painting my nails rather badly and binge watching Downton Abbey because Maggie Smith is a gem.

Also, Susan Tedeschi may sing me to sleep any time she likes. That’s all.

I’ve been stubbornly avoiding the work that needs doing for the analytical paper for modern philosophy that’s due around this time next week.

But that’s actually not true. I’ve finally gotten myself set up with meds and chocolate and a comfy chair and warm blankets and music and a knit cap and a tea candle and a purple pen and a lot of old notebooks and I’m *studying,* so help me.

I have almost everything that I need. Except anywhere near enough serotonin and/or dopamine.

I’ll take it.

I’ve been copying the notes that I took during the lectures. This class is Way Too Early In The Morning, so I don’t remember what was said during the lectures, and I don’t remember writing hardly any of this down. But the notes themselves are actually pretty good. They’re even occasionally legible. I’m impressed by this.

I’ve been taking a break but I’m about to try to write again, for a while.

Here goes.

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