PLN

I got some ducks in a row and actually talked about sorting out things I've been in fear of fixing for some extended time. Yay.

Now I have to go through with it. Boo.

Today, teh PLN involves going back to the doctor and hashing out a mental health care plan. And I know the drill Talk About The Worst Of It. Loads of people whiffle their way out of getting help with the same rationalisations they use to pretend everything's fine:

• Oh, it only happens once in a while
• I'm not that bad
• It's not that bad
• I'm still in control

And the hardy perennial, "Other people have it much worse."

Thing is, when you're in a frog soup¹ situation... you're not always aware. Things creep up on you and before you know it, you're screaming at your loved ones about whatever shit happened to be the metaphorical final straw.

As far as capacity for bad crap goes, my cistern takes a long time to overflow, and the contents have had plenty of time to go rotten.

It takes a very long time for everything to build up. And, most of the time, I can defuse the bad feelings before they spill over and I break. And for forty-four years, I guess I've been lucky.

Finding safer ways to vent have been phenomenally great for me. Finding safer ways may also be beneficial.

It's early days, yet. I've only just started on Seratonin, and I don't know how many of my symptoms are psychosomatic.

It takes two weeks to firkin work and I'm playing games with my head inside of two hours. It's such fun being me.

I finally did that video I've been gassing about since forever. Soon to be yet another ignored and flagged music video on YouTube. See if you can find it.

I also found those silver split rings, so I can get on with finishing those earrings I've been gassing about.

And now that it's November, I can make that doctor's appointment I've been gassing about, too. Just... not for today, because it's practically a national holiday. I want to see the doctor, not

Checklists have this way of growing and mutating if you're not watching them.

Like:

• [X] Hat repaired
• [X] Chaos' bodysuit futzed with
• [X] Makeup organised (more or less)

But still to do is:

• [ ] Garden watering system
• [ ] Unmuck the kitchen gizmo's cupboard
• [ ] Fix the heart rig
• [ ] Chaos' chest gem (entire)

The last of these includes doing the wiring and batteries, printing the case, and arranging a way to attach it to Chaos' chest without visible means of support.

We have a fun weekend

Beloved stayed up later than they should have, last night. As a result, I've had my first sideways morning for a majority of a week.

BUT... the house is not in chaos, I have plans to tidy up one of my piles, and I have other plans to do some minor fixes for costume parts for Halloween.

What I really have to do is hurry up with this blog, today's Instant, and the thousand words I usually do on Fridays so that

For every step forward, there's a stumble back. And a risk of going back to what's familiar, because that's what used to work.

But this is not that.

Followers of my tumblr will notice that I have a new format for pushing my Instants at you. Like all good clickbait, I give you a taste and hope its interesting enough for you to come over and read the rest of it.

I'm still getting used to the Facebook cut-off, but I might

It's go or woe time, dear readers. Home or bust.

I yearn to hold my little darlings again and I will even let them whinge for a bit before I tell them to clam up.

And dinner will probably be the best box that Maccas can offer. Because HJ's stopped doing family dinner deal. The buggers.

And with all good luck, I can snuggle up to Beloved and get a good, long inhale :3

I will not unpack all my earring nonse

With all good fortune, the roads should be clear for my return. I have no doubt that my little darlings are getting anxious. Tonight, I shall do all the packing I can so that there isn't a mad scrum tomorrow.

Because snow is due and we all have to pray that escape is possible. Fortunately, I have access to experienced folks who can take me over the dangerous bits if it comes to that. I really hope that it doesn't come to

I have to pack, but at least I won't be packing as obsessively as I did in the days leading up to my trip out.

All I need to do is make sure I come back with all the stuff I intend to bring back.

And figure out how I'm going to haul all my shit home and the little darlings. Footwells will be my saviour, I am sure.

Also, I have to extract a prodigious amount of rubbish out of the

Today's the day I get my dodgy transmission unbuggered. Today is also the last day to get the supplies I need for the journey. Ez-snacks and energy drinks and a firkin tube thing that's somewhere between a scarf and a wimple because that's exactly what I need for the winter.

And if anyone has one - a kigurumi with teeth on the hood. Because I'm that kind of nerd.

I won't have my car for a majority of today.

So the PLN