Perhaps going off my meds next month isn’t the greatest plan.
My first day of schooling went approximately as I expected.
There was so much.
I kept telling Josh we had to be calm, scheduled, and patient. Not to try and do everything at once, and then I ate my words because I was frazzled and scattered.
I swear I’m not going to talk about school and stress and being frustrated every day until forever.
But I kind of think I’ve grown some dumb in the last ten years.
I finished, though. I did all the assignments for the subjects I’d appointed for the day. I read and I quizzed and I GREW VIRTUAL CORN WITH VIRTUAL PESTS.
….and then I curled up on the couch, hummed a haunting tune, and rocked myself into a stupor while I knit a shawl.
In August. In Mississippi.
I think it’s safe to say this may be a long semester.