This is a strange time for me. Phillip is happy and away on holidays with Rosie. When he comes back he will move into digs on campus and start studying again. Sarah is working and living OK, seems to be happy with her life - certainly working hard enough.
My home is under control (clean and orderly), my work is good (great actually), and I'm in touch with friends old and new.
Where I'm struggling is with Linda - I think that because everything is finally going as it should my subconscious is now *looking* for problems to 'entertain' it. I'm struggling to live without drama. At least, I think that's what's going on. I am so unused to a 'normal' life that I don't know what to do with it.
So I'm about to embark on some activities to keep me from being a pain - I start the judging aspirants course (for the third or fourth time) next week, I've committed to Karyn to finish her drawing, and Jenny L and I have created a new blog to work on together (the ZZ one). I also have plans to start writing poetry again, so that I can compete in slams.
So in short, everything is OK, and I'd like to be OK with that, but after the last 25 years, that isn't easy.
