So, Wednesday has already gone sideways. I woke up at 5:30, decided I didn’t want to get up, turned over and had a very vivid dream concerning receipt of the letter giving Steve the date he was to Get Done, and the two of us having to make connections with friends who had also received their notifications and making sure all the correct paperwork was completed, the notices placed, and surveying the place where we were staying to establish if it was OK for me to remain there by myself, and what things needed to be moved out — sold, is what I’m thinking — to cover expenses. Very vivid and convincing, though I expect you had to have Been There.

In any case, woke at 7:30 because Rook was chewing my hair and I was crying. I have PT at 1:00 and expect the best thing to do, now that I’ve coped with breakfast, is to finish putting away the dishes, and other such normal, calming tasks until it’s time to move out.

I may or may not be around, later. Feel free to talk among yourselves. Old-timers, please show the new friends where the snacks and the drinks are. Sit anywhere. Except on a cat.