I am definitely in recovery mode today. I woke up *SUPER LATE* (12:48pm), and have been limping around the times I do get out of my chair. I'd commented to my beloved @moonrabbit that I should expect it, since I overdid it the entire weekend after our declutterer visited, and have been in recovery since.

So of course, this is now the day that house reorg is happening. The eldest wanted their desktop moved upstairs, which we agreed was reasonable. It also means that it gives the younger more space downstairs, which is fair compensation for her having -zero- room in her bedroom (it was a small room to start with, and the previous owner fitted a wardrobe that takes up a third of the room). We're not against getting the wardrobe potentially removed in future... but that requires us to get the stuff we're storing out of it. *laughs*

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Fayre was nominally successful. I made my table back, and slightly more important -- even having missed the last iteration, I feel like more people recognised me as a regular. So that was nice. I was again reminded that village fayres aren't the best fit for me and crafts, but it's not like I can afford to go to proper fayres. Table costs aside, you need liability insurance, which I can't get unless I have my offline and online stuff strictly separated. I don't do many fayres, and am not well enough to go much further than the next village over for morning/midday events, so. Celebrate my uh, £3.78 and all the cake consumed. xD

But yeah, got most of my stuff put away and the cat boxes sorted, so I can veg the rest of the day, Ideally, I'll get outside and get my garage stuff (display bits) put up and out of the car, but an episode of 'Stranger Things' first.

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I've made the executive decision that I'm not going to work tomorrow. Well, if there's anything specific spouse needs of me, I can manage to help, but I think I want to rest before Saturday morning. That fayre starts at 10am, which means being there for 9am-ish, and stars that's beyond early, likely to be in bed even on weekdays for me. But also, taking tomorrow off means I can squish in an extra hairwash then, which feels more 'right' than doing it today.

But also just, I continue to be weak levels of exhausted. It's so rude. I mean, let's be honest, this is me *still* paying for overdoing it the other week. Because that's chronic fatigue, yo. I mean, I still know I have it better than other sufferers. I can get by staying upright in my back friendly chair, and not leaving my desk environs often. Said environs are enriched with things that bring me pleasure. I mean, I guess if I could have -a- wish to make things better is that it took me less than an hour to get out of bed. ><

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*waves* existing, etc. I had work, which took ages. And then I had to help youngest with beads, and do some ISG Discord revamp sciencing. And then, and *then* -- I had to get my boxes prepped for the fayre I'm doing this weekend. I can't find a box of earrings, but if they went walkabout, that particular box isn't a big loss. I also made and printed a spreadsheet with my adjusted prices, so hopefully like, *something* sells. Heh.

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Made it out of the house to mail off my friend's order. I misjudged the weather and only went out in a thin cardi -- the wind was *sharp*. So walking back, I see a woman walking towards me in a proper puffer jacket, and I'm just like, 'I misjudged the weather'. She laughed, and said she was just about to ask me if I was cold. And I replied that yes, I was a smidge. Though not as bad going home, as the wind wasn't blowing quite the right direction for that to be as bitter.

My new loom came in yesterday from Craft Supplies UK (craftsuppliesuk.co.uk/collections/beadwork/products/bead-loom-kit-long). As soon as I had it constructed, my youngest ran in and said it was time for her to learn how to do bead looming. So yes, she immediately commandeered my new loom, ha ha. Her first effort is currently sitting on the loom waiting for her to remove it and start a second. Yeah, she's already got a second in mind. But I also know that if her interest continues to persist, she will buy her own -- and better beads to go with it (currently letting her practice with my less uniform beads).

Right. Back to game-and-bead. *nodnods*

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Oh hey, existing persists. Got my hair washed, strung the beads, played the games -- and prepped an order out to a friend. I normally get things out the next day, but I'm super lethargic and it'll go out tomorrow. Well, and I'm just like, slooooowly fussing over it, hee hee.

For now, settling in for McDinner. Teenager was cheeky and convinced spouse to pick something up. It's hard to resist cheeky teen -- it's a sign they're on the soul mend. I know it's not a straight journey, but I'm happy at any progress towards them feeling better.

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Whew, today has already been a day. I woke up to the news that one of my step-paternal aunts died -- and good for her. She and her children made my life hell constantly reminding me that I 'wasn't family', which my siblings would follow suite with, and yeah. One of the many charming flavours of trauma I dealt with. At least the impact of the feels probably gives me a precursor to what I'm going to feel like when Voldemom finally kicks it.

We also found out that we can finally get fibre to the premises -- yay! We're all hard internet users in this house, so having a bit more bandwidth could only be good.

Right. Back to games-and-beads. *nodnods*

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Time has gotten away from me today, which... good, probably. Means I'm distracted and not focused on my ambient pain. I was thinking about it too much this morning, because like... a part of me worries that people think I'm mocking their pain situation because of what I 'shrug off'. Having said that, I spend like, 99.5% of my waking hours in a chair with a good back, so... that obviously mitigates a lot of it. ><

((so of course, a headache comes crunching in. I don't think I can ignore it, so all hail Vaporub and paracetamol))

So yeah, just like, games and making bracelets. I'm sure that I will be disappointed next weekend and not manage to sell any, because fayres and I seem to not agree on selling things. But I'm also planning at selling them at a ridiculously undercutting the crap out of myself price, so... maybe I'll at least get my table fee of £10 back? And in the interim, I *am* enjoying making them, so.

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Today's level of existence is 'painfully exhausted'. Like, again, edge of a fibro flare, but a further step into it. Baby flare? Could be. But at least I've done the things I need to do, so that's something.

I'm incredibly amused by my youngest right now. While they are in the SEND (special educational needs and disabilities) program due to their stutter, the head of SEND at their school was surprised to find out that their autism hadn't been diagnosed. Like, child is clearly autistic, water is wet. *laughs* They've sent a referral so she can get properly diagnosed, but in the meantime, she straight-up invited herself into the autism centre in the school -- and today, we got an email inviting her to go on an out of school trip with them later this year. She herself has said that they are happy to have her because she's befriended several children in that part of the school, but it just gets me in the heart that she gets included with her people even without the official label.

What else... ordered another loom last night -- third time lucky? I ordered it from the website of a craft shop in Buxton, so probably hopefully will be good. Watch this space or something, ha ha.

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