Yesterday was a tough day. Physically the pain in my pelvis was high, especially in the area where I once had a sizeable growth that was surgically removed about three years ago; because of the pain, my anxiety level was also high and to manage it I had to take medication I hadn’t taken in about a year, to calm myself. The fact that there was so little sunshine didn’t help either. The sun seemed too weak to hold the thick clouds open long enough to shine through; and I missed it.

Since becoming ill, days like this tend to be hard for me. Without sunlight, my mood is usually low. My creative energy tends to get sapped because I need to direct it to do activities that on a good day I could do without much thought or effort. This means that my sketch for yesterday’s prompt isn’t very complex or detailed. My writing segment is also very short; and I’m posting them today.

I don’t take many baths. The idea of filling a tub with enough water to cover my entire body that I could potentially submerge my head under to practice holding my breath seems decadent and wasteful. However, if I did, regularly take baths I would want a rubber duck to keep me company in the tub. Not just an ordinary rubber duck floating around on top of the bathwater, but a bright yellow one that I can squeeze and make squeak. Because in my humble opinion, if a rubber duck can’t squeak it’s not worth having.