Oh, brains.

[bodlon]

Well, that didn't work out quite the way I thought it might.

Actually, no. Honestly, the remainder of the summer seems to have done more or less exactly what I anticipated. I went from moving my mother to downsizing my own clutter and moving house, then found myself in a place where my downtime needed to be downtime while I let the toxicity of the last seven years bleed and seep and ooze out of me.

Yeah, I anticipated being a little less quiet, but there you go.

So here's what I did on my summer vacation. I arranged and rearranged my room. I binge-watched all eight seasons of Supernatural. I spent time bonding with my dogs. I started the work of consolidating all of my old data from various previous computers and then trying to delete the duplicate copies of everything (which is a chore just with my music collection alone).

Somewhere along the line I started working again. A friend lured me onto a project a couple of months ago that I can't wait to be able to talk about. I hammered out several really fun pages on something else yesterday. I'm reading more again. Things are unknotting. This is good, because when the full scale of what I did by walking away from a house hits, I'll probably want to be pretty bendy.

Overall, though, I feel pretty good.

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