here i am, again, thinking about you. i no longer hurt for the things you did. i just miss you. i think about how happy i know you must have been to get the job in austin. i think about how relieved you had to feel to return to something known, something safe, something stable. i smile and am happy to know you are happy in this.

i realize that in admitting this, i’m admitting to be well on my way to ‘old fartdom’. heh. i don’t mind. it was a good song, it still is a good song, and i always did like the pensive almost-but-not-quite longing of it.

well, in a surprise move, my sleeping schedule is actually back to normal. huzzah! today is laundry day. i grimace lightly, but upon looking out the window, i smile… no rain, clear sky already visible, it is going to be a glorious day.

a very good day. boxes and tape and markers, oh my! *grin* i’m preparing to prepare for the move. oddly, as i am doing so, i continue to be bombarded with reminders of things i seem to have forgotten over the last seven years.

i am not one to be politically involved. once upon a time i was, but this was before i got a really good, deep look at the true nature of the system and how any nourishment of it in any way only sustains it. there are many who will (and have) condemned me for my current ‘hands off, no thought, no involvement’ choice, and i am comfortable with this as well as my choices. this said, i stumbled on a transcript of the recent press conference and for the first time in a very long while, wish to say something. […]

huzzah! the apartment is mine! i spent this day entire arranging logistics for the move, contacting service providers and updating accounts, and generally doing all the preliminary work to insure this move proceeds smoothly and without any hitches.

interesting things. a bank correction has been given me that results in an unexpected deposit. the thing is, i do not see any error in going back through my account. so i’m puzzled and uncertain about this funding.

i am lightly surprised to find i have no need to ‘finish’ this list. it is finished. the last three items are little more than redundancy.

today’s thought from the sangha comes from a woman who just died. a member of a sangha i have been blessed to know at distance. i am soon to be doubly blessed to know this sangha personally.

made the mistake of napping earlier, so here i am, pop-eyed at o’dark-thirty. heh.