The move is made, we’re about 65% unpacked, and I am going to be doing pretty serious clearance of “stuff” that just doesn’t fit here anymore. Later, likely more “stuff”, though I’m going to try hard to pick up consignment and auction pieces rather than buying new. I find I have a decided love for Danish mid century modern (oh boy, do I).
The illness (went to pneumonia, now “better” in that it’s bronchitis, and likely to be here a week or so more before done) is fading and overall, life is quite good.
I am oscillating between sadness and this odd, heavy feeling in my heart for certain folk who I just … knew… would be in touch or involved in this move and who have, instead, been unusually not so. Change… is… I suppose, but… meh.
J is working 2nd shift for the time being, so the evenings are quieter than usual; this is likely the reason behind all the angsty crap. I should meditate more… hm.
(Just another boring entry, folks. Move along, nothing to see here.)