Highlights: Time spent realigning with Medicare planning. Mom's bloodwork visit (status quo at month 27). Seeing "The Holy Grail" in a theater for the first time since it's original release. Coffee with a friend proves to be an impromptu PTSD support group.
Insights: It's felt like a crazy swirling few weeks. To be back on the patio in the morning with a warm drink, the fire, and the sound of the Han echoing from the zen center on the hill above Saratoga via Zoom, all feel familiar, comforting, and reassuring that chaos can be momentary. Yet so can contentment and peace. In my recurring analogy of life being a Pachinko machine, I completely lost my marbles. I let a massive emotional impact knock me off my feet. I let fly a quiver of second arrows. Third, fourth, and fifth as well. I have yet to filly document what happened, but hope to soon. I am still striving to comprehend the loss while recognizing the illusion of having had anything more than hope. This is a brutal thought to give truth too-yet I return over and over to the funds coming in and going out, and the vast disregard to its intention, and its use.The abuse. That at one end and the utter lack of respect in the discarding of the "Do Not Disturb" sign spans years, incidents and severities. The bridge fully collapsed under the cumulative weight.