Respite

I shouldn't be up posting, I should be resting, since we have an early date with a surgeon tomorrow. But I just learned earlier this evening that things may not be quite as awful as they seemed and I'm still feeling a bit heady with relief (even while trying not to get carried away over a box full of warm straw and eggs). I'm too much in the throes of thick of this right now to have any idea what it's going to look like in a month, let alone further out than that.

I'm kinda looking forward to having the energy to engage with the larger world and all of its problems again. I do feel a certain sense of guilt at being so caught up in my domestic crisis when men of other racial and socioeconomic backgrounds are being flat-out murdered in the streets. But then I think about everything that monshu means to me and my priorities seem perfectly in order.