I unilaterally declared that last Friday would be a "mental health day" and didn't go to work. In truth, I was feeling terribly run down, if not actually sick, and Thursday had been pretty hellish. So poof.
The problem with taking a mental health day, I discovered, was that it quickly became clear just how bad I'd needed it and how, as much as I don't want to admit it, I've reached The Point with this job that I've reached with other jobs. The Point where you realize you just can't keep it up for much longer. All the crap you told yourself about how it's a good job and you're lucky to have one has also gone poof. Now it's just a matter of what's next.
Anyway, the unplanned day off was not a total loss and certainly lots better than being truly sick and horking up terrible things all day. I did this:
Is the photo this bad on purpose? Yes it is. It allows me to tell myself that it's not my drawing that sucks, it's my phone camera. (I like my bubbles intact.) I took that drawing class about a year ago now and my practicing of all that I learned has been, um, sparse. But it felt really, really good to give it a try again. So yeah. Mental health.