I’m in my own home for the first day this week. No one hovering over me, following me into rooms, questioning me about my stuff. OK, enough complaining.

Probably still depressed, just want to curl up today. Sitting in my hubby’s chair with a heated blanket and my laptop. He is with family playing DnD. I love DnD for him. I only played once, but it is a nice time for us to do our own things.

I pulled out my art supplies and turned my empty office into a makeshift studio. I painted a large painting that got some of my election anxiety out, and I got to get a little messy. I’m trying to figure out how to practice calligraphy with my Surface. I’m not sure I want to get inky messy, too.

I’m also wanting to start a class on relearning knitting. I had so many ideas in hypo mania, now I’ve got a very large list of things to do. It is sad when the passion starts to dim. I spent a lot of trying writing down things I want to do before the light goes out. My interest in Magick is always stronger then, too. Luckily, my husband is interested in rituals and Oracle/Tarot cards.

Time to rest, eat what I want, watch what I want. Savor the freedom.

Quick AI image of treasuring alone time and rest…