Waterlogged Wednesday

Today something exploded, or at least started to leak. It’s a thing I’ve been worried about for months – has been happening to a greater or lesser degree for most of that time – and nothing dramatic changed today. In fact things started getting better in exactly the way I have tried so long to make a safe option. But engaging with it interactively is still a challenge. For good reason: it’s crushing to only just barely be able to help someone having a real hard time. I’m frustrated that hugs don’t mail well, that change is slow, and that I can’t offer the best options I can imagine. And I’m sad my friend is suffering, and likely will be in some ways for some time to come. Got a little help about it from DerbyK to keep my keel steady.

Played some Rimworld today. Started a new run and got a 90 minutes into it, still reasonably happy with how the camp is doing. I spawned with a large dog, which is the best animal option because you can train them to haul things, and logistics-as-livestock is amazing. Also the best because dog.

Some chewey things to talk through with Shanda today. All good in sum, but tense at times. More enforced silence that I’d prefer, and a late start on feeling the feels. But progress. Many good things. And a fun time with a number of different shared activities today.

And that’s all brain space I have today. A remote crisis, a local recovery, and a little space to try to hold myself together in the middle. Tomorrow a bit more of each, but hopefully one step easier on all fronts.

My life is hard but mostly I like it.

ZiB

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