I am still ignoring one of the phones, not out of malice, but because I’ve tried twice, on walks, via videos, to address what’s waiting for me there properly, calmly, purposefully–without the hurty-paw nonsense–and failed, due to technological glitching that I’m still attempting to fully diagnose.

I’ll get there. In time, that most precious of all resources.

Meanwhile.

The important thing remains the Daily Protocol of Rituals. Sleep deep, honestly meditate early on, WALK, and cook for myself, along with the little things along the way: Cat care. Do some situps, sure bro.

It’s going pretty okay. It seems like two things are really helping. Those are dosing before midnight with magnesium for the slumber, and forgiving myself my many trespasses and failings, instead of letting them derail me into despair and sloth. Harder than it sounds; but I was never promised a rose garden, not after the age of two anyway.

Completing all or most of the rituals doesn’t guarantee happiness, but only encourages it.

So I persist, alongside resisting in all the right and wrong ways.