Home, so to speak. Train trip was peaceful and productive. The upstairs tenants have just gone to the coast until tomorrow. There wasn’t any conflict in progress on my return, which was a welcome change from recent trends.
Had a terrific weekend in Seattle, with great thanks to who should be thanked.
Now wrestling with longer run issues over various life choices. The problems aren’t all bad — some of them fall into the world’s tiniest violin category, frankly — but some of them are also deeply toxic. I get psychic whiplash living my everyday life right now.
Who ever knew this was what 40 would bring? Weird as it is, this is also shaping up to be the best year of my life. And that’s even without the Hugo nomination thing… I just have to keep looking within.