The one I missed
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Highlights: Howes Your Coffee. Closing the PT tasks by mailing the 2nd key, getting funds moved and insurance managed. Jen's Dyson hair dryer getting approved for warranty repair. Coordinating (for hours) moving Tommy onto his own insurance through Medi-Cal as a student & volunteer, although it might be a hard sell. Putting the roof screen in the Tesla far sooner than I could have imagined necessary in advance of the high temperatures expected for this week and beyond.
Insights: Mark referred to the end of the weekend and his sister's funeral, when the families were packing up and heading to hotels and airports, as the moment they were "resuming their lives". It struck me that it should be the other way around. The routine and mundane repetitive nature of daily activities are not what gets seen as a "life" we return to from the emotional recognition of a loss and a life ending. Those connections, the focus, the fleeting awareness of both the passage and the limitations of time and opportunities, should be what gets defined as life. Not getting lost in the numbing endless protocols of sleepwalking through each day can be an eye-opening wakeup call. "Resuming our lives" should be when we snap out of the daily subconscious daze and experience true presence in and gratitude for just getting to live our lives at all.