Day one was yesterday, I was too busy being happy to post. I was thrilled to discover that we were leaving Glasgow the day before a big sectarian protest. I will be checking the news today because when we were warned about it I got the impression it might turn into a riot. I’m very grateful that we left before that.
Day two I am grateful that Noah has been gracious and helpful because all day my anxiety has been up in the 8/9 range for no reason. And he’s been very patient and accommodating. Wonderful husband.
Hold on.
I mean, sectarian violence is all well and good.
(and would probably drive my anxiety up to 8/9)
And riots are very ugly things.
But happy’s good, too!
My anxiety is coming and going. I’ll be glad to go home to my anxiety meds. 🙂
in the old days we just drank.
Alcohol makes my stomach hurt and gives me diarrhea. Not so fun.