Awake.

Judah came home at around 10 last night. He walked in and asked me how I was; I set aside my knitting, thought about it, and said, "Awake."

He considered me. "You look awake."

I took the med that was messing me up for the last time Friday night. Sunday through Wednesday, I had massive fatigue and brainfogginess. Yesterday? I felt clear as a bell, and had more energy than I've had in years.

Not kidding. Years.

I didn't say anything here, because what if it's a fluke? I had a very busy day of getting things done, some of which I'd been putting off for ages. Just in case I didn't have energy today, I did as much as I could yesterday.

I woke up today with the same energy.

I've finished the epic 34-page mostly-essays grant application that's been staring me down. I did all of the laundry in the house. (Usually I can maybe get a load done, but might not have the energy to put it away. I put everything away.) I cleaned. I organized. I planned. It's only almost-3. I still have time and energy to do more.

And I am happy.

Oh, please let this be my new normal. Please, please, please. I need this.