(Any late additions or notes will be in purple.) Another busy week, one that included a Monday holiday, and where despite that I'm already so ready to collapse into another weekend that I despair of all of the five-day work weeks to come between now and late November, when Thanksgiving brings us the next, scheduled, break. Stressed, tired, worried, I'm handling too many things poorly and with far less grace than I ever should, feeling as if I'm aware of my actions on a slight video delay that leaves me in a state of almost continuous regret over what just did or didn't happen. Actions in the physical world cost me more than my body often has to safely spend, and I'm trying to marshal personal resources to keep myself from further injury, trying to heal. I'm concerned that moments of relative optimism are just the manic crests of a personal manic depressive sine wave. It's often very dreaml...
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