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  <title>Sunday, Sunday</title>
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  <description>I had light plans today. Farmers market, coffee, reading, maybe some writing, a touch of knitting, Instead, something held me at bay. Not a wolf - wolves are dangerous, as are many feral creatures, but I like wolves and I don&apos;t want to ascribe more negative connotations to them than they already suffer.My arachnophobia made putting another creature, however much I hate it, as a fitting metaphor for my monster of the psyche. And then it found the creature: the octopus. Arms for ennui, anxiety, depression, fear, ADHD, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The octopus stole my sleep, my desire to get up, even the idea for a short story that came to me in the phase between wakefulness and not. I don&apos;t tend to remember my dreams, but this wasn&apos;t a dream, it was a wandering thought. Will I ever get it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gave the octopus its due for a bit before fighting back: getting up, doing ablutions, getting out for coffee and sun and the first few chapters of &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/36896898-spinning-silver&quot;&gt;Naomi Novik&apos;s Spinning Silver&lt;/a&gt;. And gradually, the inky darkness cleared, the arms loosened and I could dive into adulting and feel myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=medusaoftroy&amp;ditemid=1752&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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