I missed my morning pages twice this week: Friday and Saturday... Not too worried about that, but when I came back to them today, I spent the first two pages subconciously avoiding writing about what was on my mind (the future of my employment). After I figured it out? I spent the last page consciously avoiding it.
So in that sense, it's almost as if I missed THREE days, since I didn't really do what I was supposed to...
I'm also two weeks behind on the artist dates... I feel like I have a good excuse for that, too, because it's difficult for me to feel safe about leaving Dave alone since the seizure. I've made some progress on this, like I'm no longer asking other folks to be here, and I can go to work without being too paranoid the whole time. But, leisurely excursions from the house feel both decadent and dangerous. Tomorrow I plan to get a pedicure, and then maybe I'll figure something out that I can do here? I love spending time on the patio as part of my artist date...
What do YOU think I should do, gentle reader?
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