No Guarantees, Dangerous Dissonance, Never Surprised.
I've officially passed over to 24 hour time keeping. Amongst the many reasons is that my day job essentially insisted that we use it. It's 21:09, about 30 minutes from my bed time. That's if I'm lucky and the melatonin kicks in. This week I did indeed start working a bit of a normal job with scheduled hours. I believe it will be better for my mental health than literally driving around the Valley freelancing. Cue the chicken with its head cut off Giphy, because that's how I've felt. What I haven't felt, is any real, raw or scary emotions that I used to feel a bit more often. I lost two uncles and an aunt to Covid Sars 19, with co-morbidities. Yes none of them were young or terribly healthy. Nonetheless losing a little piece of family is still difficult. I've yet to really deeply process this myself. I didn't cry when I heard about either instance because I was either on the way to an event for some work, or exhausted, sleep deprived and ready t...