Ah, it must be autumn.

My feet are cold again. Which of course interacts beautifully with the rampaging insomnia, as I've heard there's some kind of safety mechanism that doesn't let people fall asleep when they have cold feet (so as not to die of hypothermia), but which also afflicts the poor of circulation.

The fact that I haven't been able to hold in body heat anywhere the last few days doesn't help either. This is probably a stress reaction, like the breaking out, probably also like the aggravation of the insomnia, though at least the insomnia is better than it was last week. I know the fact that I have to consciously pull my shoulders out of my ears every so often is tension.

I can't be arsed chronicling the last ... while ... since I said anything substantial. I have a waterlily blooming in my bedroom. My idiot cat appears to have strong opinions about the feng shui of the waterbowl. Generalised stress led to the worst communication meltdown of arawen's and my relationship, which is better now in fundamental but still leaves me feeling horribly bruised and sort of tentative.

Did a basic outline for the Traveller's Guide. Did some weeding. Got pillows for the guest bed. Stuff. Very tired. Hanging in there.