So I went ahead and took my ex on a road trip yesterday. People, you know my PTSD symptoms and her. I put up with it. Mania sometimes is a good idea. Without it and the approaching lethal levels of caffeine in my blood I would have told her "no" in an epiphany of eff-you! I didn't. I let her jabber on and said a lot of "yep" and its ilk and let it go. I might be getting over some of the PTSD symptoms! I think being at the helm made a difference too. I was thinking about a girl I do like the whole time and wishing that they'd magically swap places, but one they wouldn't.
That was yesterday.
Today I went to the table near the squirrel. He didn't show up, so I walked the grounds he lives in and went back to the table and waited. 15 minutes later and nothing. I got worried but thought, "squirrels have busy lives and he's probably off with some tasty nuts somewhere." I got up and left to go to the gym. I'd wanted to go back and look for him but yoga blissed me out and I couldn't think until I was almost home. I think I walked into traffic once because I heard a horn, but it's downtown so people are pretty cautious. Here it is 11:30 at night and I have to be four places during the day nowhere near each other and do my laundry tomorrow night plus get a haircut. I might have to do laundry Wednesday and try to do it at my parents' house so I can have time to clean floors there.
Being frazzled is starting to get me frazzled, but I am getting so much done!