It always whallops me for ~24 hours.

I heard that means it’s definitely doing its job when it hits fast and hard, and I choose not to followup on that cuz I need it to be true!

Puking was new, tho, so until it waned I had bonus panic of “will this continue beyond the expected window?” No! Phew.

…But it was custom job refurbished by my grandma (maybe before I was born!), and I remember her awesomeness through it! But, by her own words, if it’s broken because it was used and loved so much, it succeeded. It’s fine letting it go.

I still don’t need to do that until the vet visit next year!

The poor pull-out couch is ripped up to where metal shards poke out, so towels must give it a second skin. A piece of the mechanism broke, so it doesn’t convert well. One of its rollers rotted off! A sock must cover another leg, or the floor gets dented.

So, yeah, it’s gonna disintegrate some day…

Ok, the post-vax slam seems to be waning. And I am now tempered steel against those viral bastards.

I did one quick sketch to see if I could (which… eh), and now I’m tired. I didn’t start my day until 3pm, and slept on and off until 2pm, but a 10pm bedtime is still ok, right?

I’m now just feeling very bad instead of on death’s door. Upgrade!

First time all day I’m actually hungry. But, since I got my shot on a whim, all the meals I’d planned for the week, for my *original* plan of getting the shot on Friday, have prep work involved that harms a weary, broken soul!

It keeps friggin’ flickering, and now I’ve got anxiety about it happening when I sleep.

Also, certain string lights - which I use for softer room lighting, cuz migraines - go to display mode when reset. I keep going downstairs to find my new star strand showing off its seizure modes to my cats.

White cat showcase. (Sorry, Jasper.)

Moonstone being shy, with Onyx capitalizing, and mother Opal being pestered by little Blanco.

Aaaand, after I sent an “on my way!” text, a CERTAIN SOMEONE won’t let me leave!

This has been a silly post, but typing out the alt text bought me enough time for my triptan to kick in. Now I can drive to see my mother’s foster kitties!

I made some pretty blah fajitas tonight, as the avocados I so carefully chose to have staggered ripening decided to team up and force my hand.

Avocado and cilantro-lime rice should have been a nice boost, but it was not worth the one-man timing effort and the giant mess fajitas create.

Worn out😭☠️⚰️

A new foster cat at my mother’s might interest you…

I made a janky gyro - my tzatziki was mixed right on the bread, with cucumber slices thrown atop - and missed most the redzone 1pm window cuz getting to that step took so long. Back to my able-to-comic days, godly me took redzone sunday as a "rest and be braindead" time for the week. So shame on me!

Btw, the foster kittens my mother was watching have been handed over and replaced with their mother and two older generations.

Three generations of white cats, one black cat, and one gray tabby with white patches. I’ll see them in person on Tuesday.