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I should write something significant here - something creative and thoughtful, something interesting, about anything in life other than my kitten. I should write about work, and how things are starting to look up, and scrubbing in to help a coworker in surgery yesterday. Or about new character concepts for games that I'm maybe-hopefully playing in. Or about the 3 Day - God knows that I need to post about that, both the walk itself and the raffle.

I should say something eloquent, because if I don't do that soon I'm going to lose the interest and attention of all y'all who still put in the effort and energy to read my blatherings here.

But I am trapped in the middle of a major round of anxiety, misery, and emotionally-triggered self-isolation, to the point that I'm having to work my backside off just to avoid running away from my husband. And it's taking everything I have to cling to my current level of misery, and avoid sinking down even deeper.

Tomorrow I promise I'll say something interesting. I swear. Tonight, though.... sorry. This is all I've got.