healing

Life is pretty much good again. I spent the weekend indulging my desire to sleep and read and embroider and not think very much, which I did to great effect. I let my brain get so mushy that it got me out of one of my writing quandaries (I had gotten stuck and was getting frustrated with my current project). And I got to give my brain some exercise watching Water on Friday night. (Oh, and I finally got the whole apartment inspection idiocy over with, and no, it is NOT my fault that the hallway smells like whatever it smells like, thankyouverymuch.)

I stepped out the door this morning and said "Hey, heat wave!" I think it might be mostly due to the lack of wind, but I'll take it. I spent most of this weekend being cold, and when I'm indoors and cold, the last thing I want to do is go outdoors where it's colder. That means I still have to go out and get a water filter and take the grocery-bag collection to be recycled, because I didn't do it yesterday.

As the cherry on top of the whole "getting better" idea, I might end up with a place to move to in September, before April.

I can deal with things again, and that makes all the difference in the world right now.