"and the whole wide world is whistling"

Day Eight (written in the am).

Today, I am all over the place.   I feel buffeted about, as if I'm forgetting my own feelings in the face of other strong feelings, like I insufficiently braced myself for something.

And there's the myth of my existence, that there's some way to adequately brace for everything, some amount of zen I can achieve where I can just take whatever other people want to give me or can give me and work from there, where bad things can happen and they don't mess me up or make me messy.

And I forgot to hit post, so technically, I only managed a week of continuous posting.  However!  I think I'll this one count anyway, as long as I post again today.

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 Day Nine.

So, it's basically bedtime, and I have strong hopes to get at least a little bit ravished before I pass out, so this will be brief.

Excellent date with Abundance last night, another excellent date with him tonight, and a concert to go to tomorrow night.   I am spending what feels like a whole lot of energy compressing and denying the vast freakout I want to have about him returning to the frozen north.  If I knew more physics, I'd make a joke about replacing my spleen with a black hole or something, but I don't, so I shan't try.

Tomorrow, however, I have no work, and a vast expanse of day designated for breakfast with Delight, laundry and planning my costume for an evening concert.  So, tomorrow, I will tell the internet about all of my feelings.   (Abundance has forbidden me from putting extra e's in my feelings, since I use them as a self-mockery gauge.   I could probably get away with it here anyway, but for the moment, I'll just imply them.)