As confused as ever and still finding joy.
Trading shade with a fashion director, and laughing at her meme-able expression.
Discovering new opportunities at a neighborhood salvage yard. (Old stuff! New stuff! Free stuff!)
Writing and talking about writing at a comfortable cafe with writer pals, frozen fruit drinks and a persistent, elderly cat.
Nervously anticipating a friend's second line.
Phone calls with family and a friend, laughing and listening and commiserating and catching up.
As always though, the darkness hovers. It's a constant companion.
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