This weekend I was not my best. I couldn’t stick the landing on much of anything. Most productive thing I did was a Saturday morning Costco run. Mental health, as has been pretty damned obvious given what’s been written here for the last five months, is not great, and it kind of crossed some kind of line Friday afternoon.

Not entirely sure why. Could’ve been the weather, the Imperial Assload™ of crazy dropped by the courts the end of last week (go look it up if you’re not paying attention), the fact that the latest module of the online class I’m taking at work to knock out my “continuous learning” requirements by the end of the year involved Excel macros, which are universally blocked by my organization, or simply the fact that ongoing household projects are disrupting my routine enough to damage my calm.

Whatever. I didn’t get a lot done, apart from holing up in the basement TV room way more than is usual and watching the new generation of Jurassic World movies (I think we might go to the drive-in this coming weekend for the new one, if only to get out of the house), which are…okay? I’m not sure they quite know what they are anymore, but have their moments. We also watched a seriously dark and kind of depressing UK murder show, Deadwater Fell” which included some uniformly excellent performances, though was really effing dark and probably not amazing for the aforementioned mental health (that said, it’s only about a three hour commitment, and well put together). Of course, I’m now caught up on Murderbot (uniformly excellent), and am quite enjoying Ironheart primarily for it’s neat tech vs. magic angle.

So, I begrudgingly gave myself permission to decompress a bit, which all those self-care memes and mental health professionals remind me is important and necessary. Here’s to hoping that it builds up my spoon reserve for getting through the week, which includes not just one, but two departmental and director-level all-hands meetings, which I’m kind of dreading as it’s been a while since they’ve dropped a new Vought-Bomb on us.

Just going to hope for the best; I’ve already planned for the worst.