Done Since 2021-08-15

It's just barely possible that I'm getting a little productivity back, after several years of drifting. Maybe. I did more work Thursday and Friday on $writing-gig-2 than I have in months. Maybe? And I've actually played my guitar(s) and/or sang three times this week. Which I think beats the previous two or three.

The previous occupant, c, has officially moved out of the studio ADU behind Rest Stop (AKA the Lair), so I have started moving in. Sort of. I wonder whether it will ever start feeling like home. I wonder whether it will ever be safe for the cats -- there's no entryway of any sort.

I realized yesterday (waking up from a bad dream that involved moving) that I'm grieving for some of the places I've left, as well as for the people I've lost. Also that I'm still not okay. I don't know how far from okay. I also know perfectly well that it's "normal" not to be okay after a major loss. And that between anxiety and dysthymia, I have no idea what "okay" would be like anyway.

It looks as though Monday is officially Bagel Day -- stopping at the Whidbey Bagel Factory on the way down to Rest Stop.

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