Update: getting the fuck out of bed made me feel quite a bit better. And somehow today (or at least this evening) I've been doing a better job of not withering under the weight of all the scary things in my life that I can't control. Hard to say whether that's health or denial, but for now I'll take what I can get.
On another note, this just happened.
Marie: I am lying around in a towel and I just found a spider crawling on my inner thigh. Sweet dreams.
Ian: I just drank a gnat with my medicine. Saw it right as I was gulping.
Marie: high five.
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