Today was my first day at home with Natalie with dilletante back at work. I'd been worrying about how I'd get through today for a while. So, despite feeling like the human incarnation of sticky nasty dead things, I felt a superstitious need to not spend it alone. I had brunch with ukelele and then we both hung out at zogathon's. If I'd been smart and taken that nap I was considering, I might feel more well-rested, but as it turned out, getting out of the house and seeing people was very important.

Some day I will have the energy to write about how all of this feels: the depressing bits, the happy ones, the weird ones, all of it. Really, I will! That day isn't today. Today is the day I'm lucky I can still spell my own name.