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I was in a melancholy funk yesterday morning. Wasn't feeling it. Was just sad and upset and couldn't pinpoint why. It happens. Not like it used to, but it happens still. Because mental issues don't just magically go away. You just learn to cope with them better. Learn to push them down and figure out how to move forward. I moved forward. Still not all here but I have to be as I am going on site in a couple of hours. Have to turn on the old magic for an in person show. Sigh.

Did all my morning stuff including making jump drives with files for the next two days for my students, ironing my clothes, and making my car reservation. Had everything done by 9am. Not too shabby but then again, I was up at 4am.

While I was ironing I noticed my pants were pretty beat up. Too many cheap irons in hotel rooms. They had some iron burn marks and just looked drab. I decided to go to the mall and see if I could find an inexpensive replacement. B was just waking up and I decided to go on my own. Got pants, a pretzel for B, some shampoo, cat food, and she wanted a Kinder egg. Okay done. Back home by noon.

Dealt with a few emails surrounding the next couple of days and then decided I was going to bake. B also was in the mood for some kind of treat and we decided on salted caramel apple rolls courtesy of the British Bake Off. Went to the store and got the ingredients needed. Made a pork roast for dinner then around 7 started baking. With dough rising time and prep time, the rolls weren't done until almost 10. This is why even though I am up at 3, I didn't go to bed until almost 11. They came out alright. The taste was there but the visual was lacking. My roll was uneven and I cut them a little thin. Flavors are good especially the caramel.

Enough yapping, need to shower and leave. I don't need to be there until about 7:30 but with traffic I am getting out of here at 5. This way I can be sure of a parking place. It packs up quickly where I am going today and I don't feel like dealing with it.