At the exact moment this posts, my lease on the rental house down south begins.

I’m not there; I’m not in that bed or any other, and I likely won’t be in the right one for some days to come, but …

I did have a major productivity breakthrough.

For the first time in 4+ years I actually hit Send on a job application, and in honor of the occasion it’s a great job, or could be. It’s down there. It’s in a library. It pays … just enough to be worth showering every day.

The hardest part practically was cobbling together old references for the application. I just had emails back and forth with a guy I haven’t seen in over twenty years. Absolutely unprecedented for my kind. It went good and maybe a little better than good. It felt real and bit epic.

It’s meant writing all day and night in one form or another. The last paragraph I wrote before coming here to my blessed vairterean daily spill page was this:

As for me, I’m still an unenlightened piece of work, but I do put effort every day into polishing my rusty soul, and into my writing. I think I’m honestly happier than I’ve ever been before and maybe that’ll count for something on Secular Atheist Judgment Day.

Which day, we now know from our recently intense study of the Tao, is every damn day above the ground, ever milagro day.