nearly four months have passed. and in there i have been working and not (and looking for work).
between translation and a money-pit called transit for (seemingly) keeping busy i have done much and nothing- as this is but a parade of contradictions, as ever.
now as i am somewhat settled into a new routine of near-2-hour commutes and a full work day (affirmative, i have a job now), i am chronically lacking sleep and ever more time.
already i can sense the dread of regularity, but there is less task-related stress, and in place of it a sense of an urgent “do something.”