I recently somehow pulled a muscle crocheting.

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And when I wake up in the middle of the night and the anxiety starts, I make myself think about the book I’m reading, in as much detail as I can. And it usually helps.
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#books #anxiety

Oh, you don’t want to go in there—it’s full of anxiety. Last night featured my worry about my 13-year-old basset hound’s hock injury. I learned at the vet that “hock” is what you call a dog’s ankle/heel. Here is Jackson looking unbothered by the whole thing.