Stew's stewing, doing crosswords, might start in on a novel in a bit. Having brain a bit less all over the place is nice, being able to concentrate makes the passage of time a lot more bearable.

Sometimes people believe things in order to be able to make choices, I generally find that false beliefs = bad choices, maybe even bad choices are preferable to undecidability sometimes.

Somebody I care about a lot made some choices that seem very bad to me, wasn't deserving of being let in on all the information that went into making them apparently, but what information I have isn't encouraging. Anyway, they were very much her choices to make, been trying not to worry too much about it, finally succeeding at not worrying too much about it.

Another lovely day, may spend some time reading outside after stew is finished.