Finally managed to kick enough of my depressive episode to clean my apartment. Holy shit. I forgot how much clutter rachets up my anxiety. I feel SO much better.

Living room is done and picked up. Storage area is done and picked up (that took two hours just on its own, but all excess fabric is put away/thrown if it's not worth it), dishwasher is running. All I have left is to handwash remaining dishes, organize our laundry room, change a laundry load, and get the bathroom picked up. Bedroom comes later.

Wax warmer is burning a plumeria wax cube, it's finally vaguely warm enough to crack our door and let fresh (if cool) air in, and the cat is curled up and purring.

Dishes done, washer and dryer both running full of clothes, trash set in one place to take out, and dinner (sticky slow cooked pork belly) in the crock pot. I'm gonna make some fresh crescent rolls just before it's done in three hours and have sandwiches along with homemade pickled veg

Oh! And water and fruity drink pitchers full and chilling in the fridge.

...holy shit. I am in awe. Well done hon.