Fri, Nov 18, 2022, I feel hopeful

 Symptom tracker at 8:32a = 0. That's a first! I think the worst is 18. Like everything, I thought I'd remember, but I didn't. 

My priority is getting through this work project and slogging until Dec 19. A finite timeline...this I can do.

I think I'm especially boosted because in a spurt of who-knows-what, I turned my phone back on. Surprise, no messages!

I tried to break into my most recent Seattle account, and even Google said it would take 120 hours. Ha!

I think I might as well wait so I don't get locked out permanently.

But I was comforted by the not knowing which is knowing for certain I've been ghosted. And I got to check, which quelled that need. 

I haven't even been wanting to go to the few low-key Meetup events with the old ladies. I'm just trying to enjoy the time to myself. I think when the day starts off cold it's hard to imagine it warm again. With the phone on, I was able to quickly check the weather in Seattle, temperature-wise, it's pretty similar. Oh well. 

I've been thinking more about just going to Seattle in March. But is that reality or fantasy. Fantasy! March because that's what I told Sean. See, this is why I can't be a Carefree Katie, I actually say things and then want them to be true.

It's 33 degrees outside. As much as I want some biscuits, I'm going to stay my happy butt inside. I might make some hot chocolate but I'm afraid of the sugar crash.

I'll probably cry today, but oh well.

As long as I can get this project done by Tuesday, I refuse to be sad. 

I just have to make it to Tuesday, and the rest will be very manageable.

I dreamed about going to Seattle again just this weekend. I think that's why I wanted to break into my phone. Just a glimmer of something to say, yes, do this!

My black neighbor got a new car it looks like. I think that's the third car in as many years. She had Car #1 which I don't remember but shortly after I moved in, she got a black jeep. Now there's a cool looking sports car.

I think more and more, I find myself in a de facto version of early retirement. If my job continues to be cushy, the next 5 years will be very fun. Can you imagine me...enjoying life! Blasphemous!