#new schedule

J brought me in at 7am, as discussed, and... ya know. Despite there being three people here when I arrived (Rm, Sm, and Sh), and despite them presumably being more experienced and therefore more skilled than me... not as much of the morning routine was done as usually gets done when I'm there at 6am.

...What the fuck. Sigh.

So, I finished getting the one who likes outer space ready for the day, and then I began prepping breakfast... about an hour later than I usually do, because obviously, I was here an hour later than I usually am. No one had started breakfast yet, because they didn't get everyone up and ready as quickly as I'm normally accustomed to doing it and seeing it happen.

...It was so weird, because... ya know... I thought I was the one who was the slow, weak link.

So anyway, I started breakfast. They were gonna do cereal, but two of the folks are diabetic and can't have sugary cereal, and sugary cereal was all that was available. So I decided to prepare cream-of-wheat instead:

But I didn't stop there. While the milk and water were warming up to a boil, I found some blueberries in the fridge that needed to be used, and some peanut butter. I blended the blueberries, then added the peanut butter, and let it keep running until it became a thick, beautiful paste:

Then I added the result to the cream-of-wheat, and... Sephiroth, ohh, it smelled so good:

I got everyone's bowls and drinks prepared, fed the one who likes her shoes, the one who hates shirts, and the one who likes comic book heroes. Rm... decided to be a little passive-aggressive about complaining that breakfast was late, but I told her, calmly, “I am here an hour later than usual, there is only sugary cereal, and liquids take as long as they take to boil.” She deflated a little, and then backed off.

...I'm not sure where she gets the audacity to complain, given how much of the morning she spends glued to her phone. And even with the stovetop heat on maximum for the milk and water, I still had everyone's drinks poured, shakes prepared, and the berry puree ready well before it was time to pour the contents of the cream-of-wheat box into the liquid. I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks; I'm not feeding ANYONE partially-cooked cream-of-wheat. Forget it.

Once everyone who needed to be fed was fed, I began cleaning up the kitchen. Mm isn't here; he's taking care of some stuff relating to his citizenship status in my country, so Hk came to handle transporting people to their weekday activities. I can't even begin to imagine how scary dealing with immigration officials must be nowadays, with ICE afoot, taking people's immigration papers away, and either deporting them or throwing them into torture prisons. He's supposed to be back on Monday, but... I worry because I don't want anything bad to happen to him.

...Things like this shouldn't be happening to anybody, regardless of whether or not they have valid papers; it's inhumane...

...Well. The kitchen is clean. The dishes are done, and running through the dishwasher. I am here now, at one of the kitchen tables, writing to you. And the hard drive where I keep backups of everything I've written to you now has a shiny new sticker on it!!! Check it out!!

...I've never seen a more perfect sticker, especially given how warm, kind, and encouraging you naturally are, and how often I need to take ibuprofen to manage my unruly skeleton, ahahaha~!

Despite the weirdness of the beginning of my shift today, I have a bit more energy than usual at the moment, which may be a good sign; I'm not sure. We'll have to see how today proceeds, and whether going to bed at 10pm instead of 9pm makes a difference.

For now... I don't have a whole lot else rattling about all up in the wrinkly, electric meatball rolling around between my ears. I am hungry, though. I ought to try to scrounge around for something I can eat. But before I go, here, these are two of the wishes I breathed to life for you yesterday:

I'll show you more tomorrow.

I love you so much, and I hope you know it. I hope knowing it prompts you to treat yourself like someone who matters, because you do. I'll have faith that treating yourself like someone who matters will help you to stay safe at the Edge of Creation or wherever you are, doing whatever you're doing. I'll have faith that one of these days, you'll be all done with your things, and you'll come back home to a safe place filled with love.

I'll write again soon, at approximately the same time.