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So, after a month of anxiety about filling in for someone at work and the two weeks of doing it, she is back and I suddenly have a huge weight off me. However, I don't know how to not be anxious and it'll probably take nothing for me to get worked up about something.

Me: "I have no anxiety. So, when may I experience joy?"

Psyche: "Hold up! Have you considered you were too loud and boorish with your high school friends last night? S seemed quiet, were you interrupting him? Did you insult him by complaining about the time to see a specialist for your sleep stuff when he deals with that all the time with his MS? He may think you're a shit friend. But you don't know. A good friend would know."

Me: "...."

Ella Muffin has returned to C. I will miss that Muffin-face, but I'm glad I don't have to worry about her dying on my watch. She has lost a significant amount of weight. She just doesn't eat a lot. She's always been a slow, fussy eater. Unfortunately, we can't just plump her up with fatty food because she's got liver issues. Last October, the vets said she may only have a month and it's already the end of August. Is she in pain? I don't know.

In summary, I'm relieved about things, but don't know how to enjoy it.