The quarantine beard is starting to fill in.
I just started week three of a four-week round of prednisone to treat a thing, and it’s been playing hell with my ability to sleep, and my appetite. Today, for instance, I was wide awake at 4:30am and willing to commit bloody murder for a stack of pancakes. I had a yogurt instead and logged onto work at 5:30am, which my primitive brain was sort of meh about.
Very glad to have this week be nearly over with. Tomorrow my plan is to nap as much as I want, and annihilate some pancakes, of course.