It’s taking a long time, but gradually my life is coming together.

The danger of the bug is out there, but so far it’s making my life a better place. In a sense it’s given me a space of what I’ve always wanted. It’s temporary, but I’m okay with that.

In eseence this is a summer and a half. Except I have this six hour a week job that’s keeping me somewhat organized around a schedule for half the week, and even that is turning out to be perfection, because in an ordinary summer I have to make absolutely everything up from scratch. The fact of this job in the few weeks past, and for the next month too, is unexpectedly an added perfection.

Finally the cupboards are stocked, and so is the wallet mostly. I don’t need to buy gas or waste time commuting beccause there’s nowhere to go. I have most of what I need, and I have only the most basic responsibilities and obligations, to things like the checkbook and the crockpot. The machine of domesticity is running smoothly now–it was a lot more convoluted getting there than I ever thought it would be, but now that it is, I’m on the cusp of turning my attention to the better things. Per Maslow’s hierarchy of needs.

As the week begins, that is the corner I’m starting to turn.

Feels good.