Went the day well?

[desperance]

I dunno, really. I've spent all day feeling like I was working up towards getting some work done on this story - "Only Logical", its title, at the moment; I dream of a series of ever-increasing complexity, from "Geological" to "Epiphenomenological", but I do so often see stories as part of a series that I seldom actually complete - but all day there's been something else to do first. This morning I went for a walk, just to shop a little and touch base with Sunnyvale; I knew where I was going and what I was going for, and yet somehow it still took three hours, which was all the morning that remained. And this afternoon I had to take the shopping - not much: just stewing beef and vegetables, really - and convert that into a meal for tonight (beef stew, obviously, since you ask; with potatoes a la Chaz and balsamic-roasted brussels and shallots). And I'm still kind of shattered, and moving quite slowly. And stopping now and then just to understand that I am here, and that the boys are too, and that things are different now. I'm really quite scared about that, and at the same time quite startled how at home I feel. This house has been my second home for a while, I suppose - but this time I remembered about the smoke alarm in time to close the door to the utility room when the beef was smoking, only I couldn't leave it closed because the boys need access out there, so instead I opened the kitchen window which instantly drew one boy and then the other, and I worried about the insect-screen because honestly one slash and a cat would be through it, but so far they have both behaved like gentlecats and just sat there gazing through the mesh and sniffing the breeze and yearning. Which is a bit like me, really.