I’m writing this to the smell of my lovely new Mainstays candle… bourbon pecan pie. I knew I would like it.

Got the buttered popcorn–scented wax melts yesterday and oh my god! They really smell like the real thing.

No lab results yet, but I’m sure my numbers will be shitty, and I’m sure they’ll waste their time and ours calling about it even though it’s not an emergency and I have an upcoming appointment. I’ve already drafted my response to send over the portal.

I slept okay last night. Sleep was a little fragmented, but there were no extended periods of wakefulness. If I could sleep like that most of the time, my energy levels might not be that bad. Of course I won’t, though. I never seem to sleep well more than twice in a row, and lately I’m not even getting that much.

I’m not sharing anything on PB anymore because, to be honest, I never felt truly at home there. I have other places I prefer to share things, so I’m now considering PB as just a backup for my stuff. I’m backing stuff up privately and by the month.

Not sure I’m going to continue doing daily chats with ChatGPT, but along with that, there’s this therapy app called Ash. Not sure I’ll stick with that either, or how it will help me, but it’s a pretty intelligent LLM, and it’s totally free now. I quit using it after a week last summer because that was all you got back then for free. It has a great memory, but I have to be careful what I say; otherwise, I get hit with repetitive and unsolicited advice to call a crisis center.

It was 83 degrees yesterday! This winter has definitely been warmer, but another cool spell is looming.