Things have gone quiet around here, again. My activity seems to come and go in flourishes. In truth, I have had little time to devote to writing. My focus has been on finding a job, before unemployment runs out, before the housing market collapses, before the world burns.
I have been working part-time, since March-ish, doing something that I consider wholly worthy. We are putting out fires, keeping things safe so that others can do their job. I’ve been places I never thought I would go and rushed into danger with some of the most competent people I have ever met. All come straight out of stories. I have passed beyond levels of discomfort and anxiety into another me. The future still terrifies me, but I see hope on the horizon. The world seems to be coming around to the peril we’ve found ourselves in.
Soon, I will get to go home. I hope, as the leaves change and the weather turns, that my home state is calling. Since the Other Guy (I shudder not to use a worse epithet) left office, since his supporters stormed a building I grew up around, my feet have been itching to go back, to assess the damage, to try to help, and to see old family and friends.