Yesterday’s excitement was getting a new vacuum and using it. It is amazing how much cleaner things feel when you can do that. I also treated myself to a new journal and notebook as well as replacing my stretched out hair scrunchies.
Yesterday felt good because I did something out of the ordinary. I changed up the routine. And I got something we needed for the house. This morning I sit here and look around feeling the fog of depression start to roll in. Instead of seeing all that I got accomplished and being happy about it I see what I haven’t done, or it wasn’t done as well as it could’ve been done or I’m not going to be able to get anything done because…
Stella has a small lump on her side that the vet isn’t too concerned with. Well the other day it broke open. I cleaned it with peroxide and all seemed well. It came back yesterday so I pushed the nasty out and did the peroxide again. It seems to be filling up once again. Essie broke open a bit of her cancer scar. I’m not sure how. I found it when I was petting her last night when my hand came away bloody. She got some peroxide as well. Stella as all about it because it wasn’t her.
I’m not sure what to do with myself this morning. I will add some photos I’ve taken with the new camera. Thanks for reading and stay safe.