I'm worried sick and still sleepy.

But who really cares with a cat on their shoulders.

Too tired. Still.

I am So Tired.

Just tired.

Very very tired.

Cold. Under a blanket. Cozying up to dog and kitten.

Very aware of all the things I have left to do today.

At a seminar being smart and thoughtful.

Wearing a pretty "used to be a saucer"-porcelain-brooch on softest shawl.

Today is just like yesterday.

Back at work. Back at trying to focus.

Shawls. Plural.

Cold office. Cold day.

Lap dog.

New skirt. Happy clothes today!

New shawl.

Battling fatigue after a long period of insomnia. Knitting with my friend Ulrika feeling as well as can be expected.

Life is the best when there's love around!

A dear friend is visiting. She takes awesome photos. Of feet for example.

two hundred and fifty seven

Feelin' kind of cute and rockin' an old heirloom brooch today. Getting stuff done at an excruciatingly slow pace... but still! Getting there.

two hundred and fifty six

No. Got stuck in worry again. Damnit.

I don't have time for this crap. Where are the giggly bits of life?

two hundred and fifty five

I finally had my hair cut last week AND I'm wearing my newly finished shawl. It's a good day.

two hundred and forty nine

Tuesday. Tired.

I'll have to do this for another year to learn discipline...

two hundred and thirty four

So I cried.

It's not just me and others can take their part, but the breakdown in communications at work led to a big conflict contract important stuff that makes it hard to breath-meeting tomorrow. I can't wait to sort things out, but it hurts so bad I want to puke. Anxiety. The real kind.

two hundred and thirty three

It was a good new years eve. And when it's good I forget to take pictures. Now I'm cold, dark and filled with anxiety again. Back to normal? I hope not.