The last Sunday of this winter time island respite, I have held fast to my doctrine of do nothing and relax as well as possible. Tomorrow the floodgates will open and I can tackle the laundry list of to-do items that have been stacking up for weeks. Not that I'm looking forward to it, exactly, rather the moment I get through the list and see past it.
I am grappling with some seemingly existential issues (for lack of a better to way to characterize) that I believe I may be making progress on (progress? is that the word?), but I increasingly realize I may never make much progress on them at all. Marginal at best, maybe better, but I suppose the distraction of the daily fray will help tone down the malaise. But this grief is deep, and often messes with the core of my identity, so we'll see how it all goes.
Such a long road.
