Today has been a mixed bag. I had a flying visit from an old friend who was in the country, which was awesome. I managed to smash my passenger wing mirror off on the way back from picking her up, which... ugh. Just. Ugh about that completely. She's left now and I got spouse to drive her back so I didn't risk breaking something else like an idiot.

(I don't leave the house often, and drive less. But spouse would not have recognised her, so pick-up was always gonna be on me.)

So yeah. I'm like... trying to not beat myself up overmuch about it, but also like, I genuinely feel bad, and my spouse being understanding and kind is almost too much. Like, if he yelled at me, it would be *very* bad for both of us, and even being as trauma-bred as I am, I don't want him to either. Like, I don't think I deserve it, because nobody deserves to be yelled at. But still. Brains. *sighs*

Right. Gonna get more caffeine and some pain meds in me, and to just like... be as chill as I can. Bleh.

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