Crashed about 24 hours ago and slept for seven hours. Up about 8 am. Now it’s full circle to after midnight and only now is it becoming thinkable to rest again.

That is the nature of a day to oneself. It musn’t and can’t and won’t be wasted. No naps. Just steady focus.

Much later today is a mandatory run because the taxes have to be finalized and signed. So it’s shorter day than it should be though for a good cause. I didn’t tell you about my claims of deduction for all the business expenses. It was a hard thing to do because I’ve lived for so long keeping the very personal separated from the legal and financial. I didn’t tell you, precisely because it was hard. But I’m mending that failure as I type now.

I have a list. I have some plans for pushing in the right direction up until the last minute, and some grunt work laid out for the non-solitude beyond.

Camera manuals. Relabeled piles. Half an hour twice a day for Dusty because he’s otherwise alone in the room that has been his whole world this year. He’s better now, ready to move on, but the love keeps him mostly sane and I believe saner than he’s ever been.

After half an hour he’ll jump down off the lap and bed because it’s enough, for a while, and right in those moments we understand each other perfectly.

I’ll miss him.

Felinity.