As mentioned yesterday, this stuff really is all or nothing at all. That’s a song, right? I needs to either _do it up_ or not do it. Feeling like I’m doing pretty good, no need to log just leads to eventual backsliding.
The good news, I suppose, is the coasting pattern has been arrested after maybe two weeks. So it’s good to be back in the groove without having lost too much ground.
Fostering a cat continues to be a challenge! The little goof is now yelling his head off in his room, and I need to drop in and cheer him up. Including in the middle of the night, when I felt so bad for the lonely tiny fella. So… not exactly work insomnia, but being kept awake by a hyperactive kitten. Adorable insomnia. Adorbisomnia.
Still squeaked in a good row, and am racing a bit to get out of the house. Fostering cats!