January 6th, 2021 – 833

I’m so tired I cannot function. Juggling a full time job and a house move is, grim, but against the anxiety of a pandemic? Yeah I’m not ok, not even remotely. I then decided that for my editing today I’d do a bit of WAN and my mood hot bedrock and bore my skull fragments through it. I’m going to crash soon. But hey at least my journal turned up. It was in the flat the whole time…