Classes start tomorrow.

I am Jady’s constant nagging anxiety,

I am Jady’s fear and discomfort of/with new people.

I am Jady’s continual sense of dread that the world is going to end and it will be all my fault.

So there’s that. I went to practicum orientation this morning, spent the eclipse faxing paperwork to the SSA so they won’t collect thousands of dollars from me, came home and made coffee for therapy since I can’t afford my usual cafe, went to therapy, came home and took the trash to the curb, stared at my phone for an hour or so, then got off my ass (out of one chair) and sat down to blog about the joys of stress (in another chair).

Classes start tomorrow at 9:10, end at 3:55, and there’s an hour or less lunch in there somewhere. I still need to print out my class schedule, but I have 4 folders with 4 professors’ names on them. I have a planner that’s scheduled a week in advance (and filling up fast).  I have pens and highlighters and even one of my books. The rest I’ll buy when I get cash/make an amazon order. I’m totally prepared, physically.

The real hard part is getting prepared mentally for 12 hours of class a week, spread over 2 days, and 15 hours of week at the School where I have my practicum. There may be up to 19 hours of work from my new work-study gig, and then of course there’s homework and reading for class. Not to mention I have to, say, feed myself every day, give the dogs enough attention so they don’t eat the house, chores, errands, and possibly a Husband cameo once in a while.

Speaking of Husband, he’s in Nevada. for Burning Man. As a contracted employee. He left this past Friday, and we have been texting and occasionally calling. Cell service at Burning Man is a luxury I have very much appreciated last year and this year. Still, he rarely is close to his phone, so messages are few and far between. He made a point of wishing me some kick-ass-ing this morning, and indeed I did kick ass. I miss him being here at the start of my adventure, but he supports me and loves me.

Thanks for listening, loyal reader.