Today I’m grateful for friends who I can share that when I tried to leave the house to visit them and my brain decided a panic attack was a better plan. Then they decide to come collect me, so I can just take the extra anxiety med, and take me home to sit out in the garden playing with fountain pens.

I helpfully discovered which pens had poor seals and managed to get dark blue, Sailor document ink on my upper back, back of my shirt (navy blue, lucky), the chair, my fingers (of course), and my nose. The culprit was a Noodler’s Ahab.