Jen graciously allowed me to sleep in white she managed the dogs. I love that give and take. The evening last night was terrific on many levels, likely to be written about in other posts. But the "sipperly" slope of a good bottle of wine followed by another as well as a delicious port, all combined to bring about the new-routine : discomfort several hours later, I have to limit my qty and content (alcohol %) consciously. I did well today on a wide range of actions and engagement. I had what I now know was an ocular migrate, but having an unexpected vision issue was a bit concerning. A bit. We walked to a neighboring street to check out an estate sale. They can be sad experiences, but by that point, I expect the dramatic moments have passed, and this clearing is healthy closure. Wendy stopped and was pretty vocally upset about the inconsiderate parking Jobs stayed out of sight. I assumed it might throw her off. I'd be if the tables were turned. We walked home and talked about sensing something off with Lauren. I don't know what's Which I did on a call later in the afternoon. I will do my best to be there only when wanted. Or needed. Jen started washing the car, so I got out. The power washer to help out. I also used the blower to collect all of the leaves and pods and such from the backyard. Ok, 85%, there's still plenty. Whatever. It was a lot! It will take two weeks of trash pickup to get rid of it all. That was rewarding. My mom called, but I missed it; finding out later that it was a computer issue she figured out. Sigh. I know this is hard for her. Jen and I ran to GOBM on Monterey and picked up food for tomorrow as well as some stuff for me, given that I won't be drinking. Maybe. But attentively if so. We watched the first episode of the new season of Curb for Enthusiasm. I was laughing and recognizing so many situations I've experienced with the same annoyance. I ended the day with deep writing efforts that will go up soon. I'll head to bed shortly to read more of "being upright". Oh, I also reached out, finally, to a contact that may be able to help with my job search. Maybe, if at all. White in parallel, it looks like a death cafe is now on the calendar for March. I am feeling both fortunate and responsible for what's ahead. Good and bad. To a reasonable degree. The rest is just other pachinko balls in motion.