I’m scurrying and hurrying to get something typed out before he gets back. He’ll only be a few more minutes. I already squandered time checking my short list of favorite websites (checking my shlofasites as opposed to my lofasites (long list of favorite websites)).

Some things are going well – the hurry is to not rock the boat. I’m making some of the changes I most want, and gingerly approaching increased peace and increased balance. This is possible I part because I am working to celebrate those things I’m not supposed to celebrate, through manipulations and contortions of silver linings which, when magnified, can work to shine through the shit which can, pretty frequently, come my way.

These tippy-toes aren’t comfortable for walking a great distance, and each step requires the same exertion used to walk a mile with a normal flat-footed stride. Be that as it may, I’ll tippy toe my way a little longer. Things are looking up, but there’s a lot of shit on the horizon, and if I go on ahead and look up, too, I just might catch some shit in my eye. Since I’m not out of the woods yet, here’s to using the foliage and branches as a shield for the shit that might come flying at me in the meantime. Mean ol’ time. Not really. Times okay, you’re okay, and me?

I’m getting there on tippy toes.