Day 199

What a deep rabbit hole I went down yesterday. Thanks to Correspondent. Decided to review my years of correspondence. Geez. Cringe. But made me wonder where they are now. AN, AG, RK, KD. What happened to them. That led to all kinds of confusing, unshakeable and disturbingly real dreams, fake social media accounts to find them, old songs stuck like ear worms, making it impossible to think. All to no avail. Considerations of should I send a quick - are you still here email. Thankfully didnt. Lets hope this passes. Geez indeed.

Anyway. Ontario shores appointment, totally useless. Follow up awaited. Brad. Pandoras box has been opened. Who knows if it will ever be closed. NYL. Continuing to be endlessly and needlessly stressful. All in all - multiple reminders to self to let go, breathe and count that pile of cash already invested as ticket to coast. Ended with - boy. Stress levels apparently at a breathable 40, trending down, all by virtue of shifted mortgage conversation. And still no effort to address the elephant. 

Movement - 5 min version. Some pacing up and down the living room. 1 is better than 0. So theres that.

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