The situation at home has escalated from sitting in a quiet house with the lights on to sitting in a quiet house in the dark staring into space. Apparently I really did need to take a few days off to recharge my introvert thingie. I only took one. Then someone cute wanted to have dinner. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and we did enjoy ourselves. It was worth it.
I certainly can’t say I didn’t have any warning.
But now I remember what happens when I don’t do what I know I need to do.
It’s not that I’m unhappy or anxious or upset or emotional or overwhelmed or anything in particular. I’m just..tired, I guess. Shut down, maybe. It’s hard to describe. It’s not a bad feeling, necessarily. Squeaky Cat likes it because it means I am sitting down and he can sit next to me with his head on my feet and purr.
There are worse things.
I have no plans for the rest of the week. My introvert thingie will catch up.
Maybe I should have some more tea.