So I did get my medication back, and it was helping, but thanks to a stressful couple of weeks and my inability to notice things, I have gone without my bupropion for the last three days, and wow has it sent my brain straight into the trash. I haven’t had the time or energy to write any more since that one little spree, but I am thinking about it again, which is still a vast improvement over the zoloft-induced zombification from last summer. It doesn’t help that my current hyper-focus is PLANTS PLANTS PLANTS. I’m compiling a dossier on some of the native milkweeds, images and information about germination, growing requirements, all that stuff. It’s probably not necessary, since most of them are native, after all, and won’t require much effort once they get established–if they ever do. I have a good track record for germination, but a very bad one when it comes to actually, you know. Getting things into the ground. I have exactly one tree left from the great tree-spree of 2022, and it is, unfortunately, one that requires cross-pollination. oops.
Anyway: I have had seeds on the brain. I don’t need to buy more seeds, since I have plenty left over from last year (and the year before) but I couldn’t help myself. *facepalm* I finally got some Pearl Milkweed seeds, some various other native things like Mexican Buckeye and Texas Lantana, American Wisteria…started updating my spreadsheets…now if I could get some time to actually plant things…