I came across an appropriate word for my condition the last few days: alamort. It means exhausted, specifically half-dead from exhaustion. Today I finally feel mostly back to normal. I did wake up at 4 AM earlier, which meant I technically went to bed early and woke up in the middle of the night in West Coast time. I just woke up again at 2:30 PM. My sleep was thrown way out of balance the last few weeks in Los Angeles regardless. I was pushing 5 AM most days since I only wanted to get anything done in the dead of night. I’m grateful I can sleep without consequence now.
I’ve been missing my mate. It seems I left all the leaves back in Los Angeles and I’m not confident I packed them away for shipping. I have my gourd and bombilla at least. In the tea’s stead I’ve been indulging in coffee again since we’ve got the good stuff at home. It’s still clear I can’t drink too much of it since it still results in me feeling warped, but having a small cup of it has been quite nice. I’m going to order some new mate in the meantime, I’m trying a mocha mint flavor from Mate Factor. I’m debating getting their chai, another dark roast, or trying out their fresh green as well. Having my mate in the morning is one of the few consistent routines I developed living on my own. I legitimately loved getting up in the morning to turn on my kettle, making the “mountain”, and starting my day with some soothing herbaciousness 🧉. Romance probably isn’t the proper word but… it felt romantic. And hey, I didn’t drink coffee all those years for no reason. Everything in moderation.
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Speaking of nice things, I get to play video games without feeling guilty! Truly! I booted up Animal Crossing again and caught the island in the morning which doesn’t happen often. It was too early to do much since the shops weren’t open. I went to Harv’s Island and saw Cyrus and Reese inquiring about recreating their wedding day in the photo studio. I’d love to be on the other end of that one day. Apparently June is wedding month, which I was not aware of. Hopefully Juno can bless me with her care and protection as I move into my 26th year this month. I turn 26 on the 26th, that’s interesting. Wow, I’m getting old. Yet still dumb? Guess I’ve got all the luck.
Also, another aside, but I’m really loving all the sunlight I get to experience again. I was only getting sun a few hours a day from my apartment window. Back at home the house is full of light and I can go into the backyard if I want more. It’s immediately helping me feel better. Jersey still has my heart 🌞💛