monday blues

I woke this morning into sadness and loss. I think I had unsettling dreams, but the tiny pieces I remember (a large body of water, a hispanic community that didn't speak English, and some institutional charity that I might have been allied with as a worker or a recipient) don't account for this mood. The vertigo and frustration of last week is back, but not alone.I'm less angry than even yesterday. I know fairyhead's travelling has something to do with it, and the feeling cut off socially at that place I spend most of my time, but there's something else. I feel like I am mourning, or preparing to mourn, the loss of something or someone important. I hope it's not the end of summer; I'd hate for my winter depression to suddenly become my not spring or summer depression. I miss Boris, a lot; this would be better with him around.

Please take care of yourselves, everyone. I don't want it to be you I'm missing.

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You seem more than open to difference, but to celebrate it, and in more than the standard, coded, "big" ways. It's not politics, but genuine appreciation that appears to motivate you, and what I suspect allows you to paint a life with a much broader palette than the standard set.

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Petrov is curled up behind my monitor, and Lily is squeezed in a tiny lump between monitor and keyboard. Kittens make computing infinitely better.