Today, I find myself just kind of idly musing on nothing. And routine. And nothing. *laughs*

You see, today is Monday. Monday is the day I get to stay home by myself and do nothing. And by ‘nothing’, I mean I get what household chores done that weren’t knocked out on Sunday. I don’t really have to do that specifically, but it makes me feel better about having the house to myself for those hours that my husband and daughter aren’t here. Y’know, as if making a gift for the fact that they’re loving enough to give me and my fragile-as-glass psyche the space to sort of catch itself, to mend a bit, to prepare itself for the week before it. I am grateful that our schedule and lifestyle permits me to coddle my fragilities, if I’ve not indicated that before. <__<

Okay, it’s not really coddling if it makes a significant assist to one’s state of mental health, I have to contend. I spent many years living alone, and generally being quite content with that. With that, at least; the lack of social life due to being in a hellspawned town, on the other hand… *cough* So while I’ve adapted fairly well to living in close confines with my family, it’s still difficult. Firstly, houses are significantly smaller than houses in the States; there are simply not as many places to escape to when you need to be alone. Heck, there’s no place inside my home I can escape to if I’m overly stressed – the walls ain’t that thick, and my hearing somehow is still ridiculously good. So having a few hours here and there across the week probably does us all a lot of good. After all, as we say in the South – if Momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy! Or daddy, or baby – I only stick to the traditional form of that saying because frankly, I’m the weak link in our chain here, and I’m growing more able to admit that. 😉

Otherwise, I’m just taking comfort in routines and rituals. We all have them for various things, and my one never-to-be-missed one is what I do the day before going to the doctor – taking an extra-hot super-scrub-n’-soak bath. It doesn’t matter what sort of appointment I have – I just have to make sure I’m ridiculously clean before I arrive. I suspect that’s sort of like folks who only ever floss directly before a dentist appointment, and both sides pretend that it happens slightly more frequently. *giggles* I’m sure that I have more, but that’s the main one that comes to mind since I’m sitting here with drying hair. Well, I guess my normal morning routine, and how much comfort I take in my fairly automated productivity while trying to wake up. That’s just checking social media in a certain order (email 1, email two, Facebook, Twitter #1, Livejournal) while running turns for my Kingdom of Loathing accounts (thank you, KoLMafia!). If I’m not able to for whatever reason, such as the internet being down, I tend to forget to do these things, and get all worked up over nothing… the joys of the brain, eh? xD

And as I’ve completely lost my train of thought, I’m going to call this done – hooray! We’ll see what, if anything, my poor brain attempts to poot out tomorrow. My usual writing time is otherwise occupied, so… 😉

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