Can you believe it’s already November?!!
October ended much as it started: roughly.
I’d been doing mostly okay since returning from Pennsylvania earlier in the month, and in fact October 20th– the last time I posted here – it seemed like things shifted the right-way-around so to speak. I would be hard pressed to explain exactly what all transpired, but I finally felt good – actually, genuinely good and not just “making do” for the first time in quite a while.
And then the weekend came. After spending a few hours reprising my role as the Headless Horseman, I settled in to watch the latest season of American Horror Story and was bingeing the first half, “Red Tide”, when I was blindsided by the ending of Tuberculosis Karen’s arc.
It would be more accurate to say that I saw the event coming, but the particulars of the event really threw me for a loop.
The next twelve hours were a roller coaster of anxiety spikes and panic attacks, and it really took until Thursday or so before I felt the way I had on Saturday.
Two things really helped get me back on track:
I have friends that routinely check in on me, and they provided
Distractions
Monday night was our Call of Cthulhu game, and while my man Dexdidn’t do his absolute best, he did live up to his reputation as a “man of action”. One of my teammates described Dexas Brendan Fraser’s character of Rick O’Connell in The Mummy movies – and interestingly our encounter took place in the Egypt exhibit of a museum. Of course, there is the small matter that the entire party is now part of a cult, but things could be worse.
Last week was also Spirt Week at work, and while I did participate in three of the five days, I didn’t get pictures of them all.
- Black Out Day (wore all black)
- Twin Day (did not participate)
- Pink Out Day (did not participate)
- Wacky Tacky Day
- Costume Day
This weekend Candlelight practice was off book. I got there . . .eventually.
And then Sunday was Halloween. Our stores were sold out of candy, so sadly we didn’t put any out. But we still dressed up and took pictures.
There’s also 17 weeks left to the Wilmington Marathon, so that’s getting more real by the day.
How have y’all been?
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