One more day. Just need to make it through one more day.

No pain.

I make a list. I still don’t know what I’m doing but I’m hoping it will all work out.

This feels more like me.

He says that the day is going okay but that he thinks the heat is making people cranky. Oh, boy. I know. I know. I’ve had those days too.

100 degrees feels like 100 degrees.

Done and done and now a breath. And packing.

I tell her that I’m not doing much of anything except new things that I didn’t think I’d ever do and have now discovered don’t really suit me. And that kind of clarity is good, a relief.

No tv. I can’t wait.

“In a group, if everybody thinks about the other person’s needs, everyone’s needs are actually fulfilled in the end.” - The Art of Gathering