a wolf angel is not a good angel

Apparently, somehow, magically, despite all the major incredibly stupid mistakes I made, despite being away during this crucial time, everything house seems to have worked out. (Magic = father, in large part.)

I am not quite sure if I feel relieved, yet. But I am going to pick up paint samples on Sunday and pretend I feel better. Maybe that will work. In any case I might as well pretend.

What I need is to sleep well, for a lot of hours. I am not dreaming — good. But I am also waking, tired, after not more than 6 hours — bad. At least I have mostly been busy, though I have also spent a fair bit of time just sitting: I do not know how the time went. Usually I am happy in the fall: this is altogether unexpected.

To be fair, though, I am having long periods of fun, where I am even — dare I say it? — enjoying myself. And I am laughing. There’s just always something a little behind, dragging, slowing me down, wearing me out.

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