Just call me a yo-yo from all the ups and downs.

I'm ending the day on a high, with tears in my eyes from all the feels after watching tonight's ST:Disco. It's as if there's a direct conduit right to my heart. In any case, it's a lot better way to be expressing feelings, because that's not where I was in the middle of the night.

Let's backtrack to 3:19 a.m., still unable to fall asleep because of fluttering pain. Considering how much love my hands are stroking over my torso, you'd think I would have whittled a new waistline. Yeah, sure. I finally gave in, took two more pills and finally conked out. So my lucky streak ended at 4 nights. Sigh.

I also had two good memories from the news, one hearing the Dominion Carilloneur playing the Jeopardy! theme on the Parliament Hill bells in Ottawa in honour of Alex Trebek; the second was learning about a (I believe) 97-year old vet who was unable to be present at yesterday's ceremonies. She recalled how she'd joined the Women's Naval Service in England and became a codebreaker. She was very proud of her official codebreaker brooch.

I managed to have almost a good day, shucking off the pain, with the help of heat. And doing stuff for the blind group. And, naturally, being sucked into a gorgeously emotional world of the future. There was also a hilarious epi of Young Sheldon to enjoy. I may still watch some more TV, as my vision is all happy, bright, and vivid.