fivebyevif

…asks the little voice, and the other voice answers, “Sorry to be a bother, but there’s no such thing.”

I’m poking my head back out, because somewhere in the world it’s March, and I like to think of February 2009 as a kind of temporal sacrifice that has been made and done away with. Not that the aftershocks have ended, or ever will, but the initial impact — it’s not too much to wish that it’s done for now.

Right before the major calamity started — as in, the morning of — I signed myself up for a 5K run, not because I’m entirely certain I can do it, but because I wanted a fitness goal and it seemed like a good idea at the time.

It has turned out to be a lifeline: something that I grabbed on to tight when all I wanted to do was sleep in and eat pie.

Something else I’ve done that is pure selfishness and hedonism — I found a really good massage therapist. Who loves Firefly and knows the authors I read. Finding her was totally random, but it’s been good for my back and knees and wellbeing. It’ll be the first thing to go if stuff goes south, but for now it’s doable, and it’s doing me good.

Yeah, so, that’s the state of things. Still training for a 5K, using various tools to keep me going.

And Mike, of course, has been great. Sometimes I’ve needed to be left alone, and sometimes he’s needed to go out, and sometimes we’ve gone out even though I said I’d cook because my heart just wasn’t in it. We’re loving and still in love, and it’s a great comfort.

Writing now. Back later with something less long-winded, more the usual mischief.