Five Things to Use Against the Black Dog, Post #6

It's been an odd few weeks, because I can feel the tug of the Black Dog even when nothing (beyond crazy work demands and an inability to move forward) is actually wrong. But I am taking a few proactive measures:

1) Doing regular Pilates is a joy to me. I am a firm believer in an individual choosing the kind(s) of movements she enjoys, because otherwise exercise can be a chore, easily abandoned. Going to the new Pilates studio and working on strength, flexibility, and a bit of balance is something that makes me happy.

Even though I apparently have minimal core strength, gaah.

2) It's the perfect time in the subtropics to walk to work. Wheee!

3) Thinking about London is happy-making always. (Thinking about Brexit, less so. I am so sorry, y'all across the pond.)

4) I am taking two items of clothing to the seamstress today -- one for hem repair, the other for button replacement. I absolutely believe in taking care of one's possessions instead of discarding: the button-replacement item is a fifteen-year-old silk blazer, and it will be happy-making to be able to wear it again after the dry cleaners ruined all the buttons some months ago.

5) Half a page of the original project last night.

Two three-sentence ficlets on the topic of Fighting the Black Dog:

( Mycroft/Anthea )

( Lucifer/Chloe )

Happy middle of the week!