I could go on about bad moods, depression, my sense of failure as a parent, difficulty sleeping, negativity from my son, being overwhelmed with work, and any other number of whiny-little-bitch observations, but I'm good. I may have lost some footing with my efforts to maintain the right daily consistency and focus throughout the past week but I've not lost my awareness of my goal and intentions. I got back onto some essential habits over the past couple of days, and I'm already feeling better. Although it's tough at times, I'm also striving to return to recognizing what I can't change with more acceptance. Work was good after work; Jen and I spent a couple of hours getting things gathered at Pano for my attempt to give away things instead of throwing them out. The hard reality is that finding takes of every little thing is a far more time-consuming undertaking than I can accomplish. The more I talk to others about this, the more common it is. People end up throwing out stuff because it's too difficult to manage not doing so. Today, I learned that Linda's tax debts would likely require the funds being paid from her estate via the sale of the Pilot and any residual funds left… or from the kids' inheritance. That's just fucked up, plain and simple. Our tax structure is as inhumane as the medical community's view on terminal patience having a right to choose when and how they die. I'm livid, and yet, nothing I can do will change this beyond putting effort into ensuring I have the proper structure for my estate and financials for those I eventually leave behind.