Got up and walked with Lauren. .75m this time. Easing up to 1m and likely to do it as often as I can. I need the movement, exercise, and such. I don't get up and out much at all any more. Between covid and Linda I've gone pretty sloth. I think it's time to change that up. I'm too distracted with tasks, still, and with a desire to write more than I do at the expense of having something to write about. I think if I was a character in a book I'd be the one that's always longing for and looking to find something they already have and don't know it. I need a break. KV returns today and that will likely signal a dramatic change in my focus. I spent time today at SRC with Linda, saying everything I have to say and hoping it was heard. I think it was, even thought it might not have been wanted. Once in awhile I feel like she is 'there' and making eye contact and hearing me. But it's nothing I can confirm. I hope she goes soon. Not out of anything more than mercy and fatigue. There is nothing good coming from this continuing. What a nightmare. I tried telling her to move on, let go, start the next life, stop suffering, but who knows if that's registered and I think her fear is still the dominate factor. I know I'd be scared were the tables turned, and just thinking of being in a position where I might not continue to see my kids would be so crushing. That's something I also want to reinvigorate - time with them. Time with Jen. Time just experiencing things to their fullest. Lauren's 1st day at YogurtLand went ok, beyond the story of a coworker getting yelled at by her boss. Gonna keep an eye on that.