It’s a day of asking questions and judging the answers as insane. That happens, and you go ahead and follow your nose anyway.
Now I find my schedule fuller than full again with swimming five days a week, Mondays with phone calls and errands filling the day not to mention swimming and laundry. Tuesdays with swimming and school…going wet from one to the other, and Wednesdays with swimming and the thrift store….going wet from one to the other. Thursdays wet to Physical Therapy. Fridays, wet to the thrift store.
There seems to be a certain rhythm to this madness. Wetness. I note that I need to pack dry coverings, like T-shirts and levis and underwear, the night before or I wake thinking. Anything is preferable to thinking.