I feel fractured and am trying to get my land legs back. Right when I thought I was “better,” the old agony swept in again. It didn’t last too long, but it was enough to scare me. To do well, I must keep my life as stable as possible. What that stability looks like, I’m not sure — wake up at 7 AM, nap if possible at 2 or 3 PM, nap if possible again at 6 PM, go to sleep at 9 PM. (This also incorporating my full-time day job and finishing a new draft of The Long Work by December.) It looks like too much sleeping, but it feels like what my body wants, and what my body wants is often a mystery.
But look at Daphne! We have decided that she’s part Jack Russell, part papillon, and all sillybabygirl.
I send my love.