Today, I'm impersonating a functioning member of society.

 Not any particular member, just in general.

I took a shower, washed my hair, and put on clothes that are acceptably worn in public, including a bra. Never mind it was mid-afternoon. I want credit for having done it at all.

Mind you, I'm not actually going out in public today, meaning since I showered. I figure that's extra credit: getting dressed without any particular reason to do so. That should offset the fact that this morning I went out in public wearing sweats and no bra. I will note that I did brush my teeth and hair before going out. Maybe all of that averages out but I'm thinking I'm ahead at this point.

I ate a healthy breakfast and a reasonably healthy lunch (if a cheese sandwich counts) and have avoided sugar (other than some raisins but that's fruit, right?).

I also did two banking-like chores and washed some dishes. I have a plan for binding off the knit blanket that I completed yesterday and I'm almost done with my book - just a few pages left which I can take care of after I start a load of laundry. I also have a plan for dinner (which is one of the reasons I went out earlier).

And I haven't played any solitaire! So not bad, right?

At least I'm getting there.

And then there was sugar.

 So much sugar from friends and family wishing us a new year full of diabetes, apparently. Sent with love, I feel obliged to eat at least some of it. Okay, all of it. It's a little here and a little there so that by the end of January, I'm not only not sober (a bandwagon I have not jumped on yet) but I'm fat.

Fortunately, January coincides with my peak marathon training so I'm hoping the extra miles offset everything and makes things more or less even.

How long can you wear the same pair of sweats before you have to wash them?

 Asking for a friend....

What day is it?

2024 skidded to an end like going over a cliff - the first few days of 2025 falling, falling, suspended in air. The last month of the year was a blur as we raced and raced to prepare for - no, not the apocalypse, quite the contrary. We raced, stressed out of our minds like preppers for the endtimes, to - ironically - what's intended to be quite the opposite: a celebration of life, love, family, and togetherness. And, apparently, presents, large meals, and copious amounts of sugar that is both distributed to and gathered from the people we love.

When it's over, the momentum of December launches us into January and a new year with no particular purpose. So, we make them up. They are called resolutions. But I don't have any so these last few days have been directionless inertia like floating in jello.

What's know as "the holidays" suspends my Monday through Friday routine for two weeks. For the first week, and the whole prior month if I'm being honest, Monday through Friday carries the extra burden of a deadline for all this cheer. No wonder everyone comes down with something as soon as it's all over. We're all exhausted and physically drained leaving our immune systems exposed to the elements and/or each other.

When the hustle and bustle is stripped away and the Monday through Friday is still suspended, I quickly found myself losing track of what day it is, wandering from room to room in sweatpants and no bra. I haven't worn a bra for nearly 10 days now and I'm concerned I may never go back. (This is not something I've ever experienced before and now I'm wondering what took me so long to discover this new joy.)

"Snap out of it!" I keep telling myself. (In my journal, it's in all caps with a lot more exclamation points!) Monday is literally around the corner and I will not only have to find a bra, I may have to shower, wash my hair, and wear actual clothes instead of my pajamas.

There's a very real part of me that doesn't want to go back to "normal" even though I know that's what's best for me. I could quickly devolve into a bowl of jelly if I don't learn to interact with other humans soon. Alas, I downloaded a solitaire app to my phone and I can't make myself stop playing it. This, when I have a perfectly good book to finish, soups and stews I could be making, and a knit blanket project that is literally only a couple of rows from being finished.

I am managing to exercise every day and we are feeding ourselves - mostly leftovers, however. We are not totally lost. 

But we still don't know what day it is.