Big hugs, if you're taking them.

I used to have a painfully sensitive sense of smell. Gone mostly, though I can still smell when rain is coming. I still have ridiculously acute hearing.

That sky...

Weirdly, this tracks.

For what it's worth:

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Bonne chance! Bonne courage!

Unsolicited, but I think you look great now.

*cheering*
Hugs to you!

I had no idea. Happy birthday!!
Hugs!!

Handsome!

I think you're fantastic. I get the not understanding being wanted. I always get confused: surely you mean somebody else. Also, I'm clueless with social cues. Flirting? Totally lost.
*Hugs*

*hugs*

It'll be The Cats of Ulthar all over again!

Is this ThicCthulhu?

Rawr! Welcome to the Light Side, lol

...all the whole masking like my life depended on it. Turns out, my life depends on my NOT masking and burning myself out. I'm doing better: health is very good, physically recovering brilliantly, brain is ON as ever, but still wading through a lingering burnout.

It usually takes me a while to figure out what I'm feeling, and it's kind of taken months for this to hit me. It's grief and burnout for me. Heart attack, getting revived, another attack, open heart surgery, and all the whole pushing myself to get back to work and be indestructible...

I've experienced this lately. Actually, it's been a while coming. Is it regression, or is it your entire being rising up in revolt and saying "dude, enough is enough"? Maybe they're indistinguishable. My entire self is keeping me in check.