Head feeling weird.
The problem with having an underlying anxiety issue is that feeling ill is always fraught with questions of where it comes from. Is this all just stress reaction, or is there a real infection laying me low? And the answer always comes back, well, probably a bit of both. Feh.
D and ND got some really good Indian take-out last night, which after a day of a deep disinclination to put food in my mouth, turned out to be an enticing and nourishing meal. The left-overs made a great lunch today. I watch the snow come down, and here I am with no particular place to go, nothing pressing to do.
Save, maybe, finally getting the kitchen clean. Relatively.
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