Day 2 is a write off.
The events of today were out of the norm, I did not get to engage in my usual routine but somehow still managed to have an enormous binge and purge session that left me feeling worthless.
We have relatives staying over and I feel displaced, like an intruder in my own home. My bedroom is full of suitcases and people and there is no escape. I could scream. I will not last a whole week of tending to people, conversing and having to maintain this synthetic politeness and care.
Meal times will be interesting that’s for certain. Whatever. I just need some sort of reprieve.