Fish are flowing through my veins

[sovay]

Rosh Hashanah is nearly upon us. I am doing a great deal of niece-care. At present she is eating noodles and cheese and showing off a snap bracelet to my mother and I feel as though I've been yawning for four days straight.

The first batch of honeycakes is cooling. We are now out of flour. We also turned out to be out of almonds, so they have walnuts on top instead. I hope this is not trendy.

The problem with feeling more like myself is that I am afraid it will become comfortable and then it will all be taken away from me again. I'm still pretty pleased with the Improbable Dramatic Readings from this year's Arisia.

I love this poem's last two lines.

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[thedarlingone]

'The problem with feeling more like myself is that I am afraid it will become comfortable and then it will all be taken away from me again.'

That is a big mood, as the children say. *hugs or equivalent expression of support if wanted* I'm currently having a similar brainthing in my new apartment; my income exceeds my expenses for the first time in my life and I'm not even starving myself or scrimping on necessities, it's very worrisome. Part of me is waiting to be smitten down by an angry god for the hubris of daring to not be absolutely miserable, and wondering if I ought to subject myself to pre-emptive misery in order to be on the safe side. Of course, I was raised Catholic, so it's a much more religious-flavored brainthing, and mine mostly doesn't include chronic pain anymore, but... yeah, I don't know where I was going with this, except trying to express sympathy and recognition, and hope that we both continue to feel more like ourselves and become comfortable there and do not lose it?

[sovay]

but... yeah, I don't know where I was going with this, except trying to express sympathy and recognition, and hope that we both continue to feel more like ourselves and become comfortable there and do not lose it?

Thank you. Likewise.

*hugs*