Shitty night's sleep. I didn't take Gabapentin, so it was that or the fact that I foolishly looked at work threads before bed, and my mind raced into all sorts of negative, angry places. I'm burnt out and buried. Half of it's my fault because I let things slide too long, but another aspect is the same old unrealistic expectations for volume of output with the small team and interruptions. I'm grumpy as fuck this morning. I'm writing early vs. at the end of the day as a test. I am leaning towards further 'de-tech' steps in my PM so I can fully close the laptop and put more wind-down time in my routine. Writing at the end of each day introduces a sense of pressure and spins my mind. We'll see how this goes. Lauren's last work day is today. Tommy's friend Talon is still here but leaves tomorrow. The play last night was so "meh" that we left at the intermission. I have a ticket for Lauren/I to go in two weeks, and perhaps from a different vantage point, it'll be better, but I'm not overly optimistic. I'm going to attend a couple of am meetings and then try and focus 100% on some process changes that might help resolve the issues we're facing with the status and visibility of workload and demands. I have a lot of work to do. What else? Oh, some more vinyl arrives today as does Linda's headstone at Madronia, so it's likely to be set today or tomorrow and I'll take one or both kids with me to see it happen or shortly after. It feels like another milestone in this whole experience.