Stuck at the conclusion of our last reasonable conversation, not a bad place to be stuck, better than where you seem to be, frankly. Waiting in the wings for a return to sanity, not so bad in the wings, making myself comfortable, watching the show go on, funny angle on it.

Nursing fears & resentments, sad substitutes, people make do with what they have, I suppose. Try to stick to visions of beauty myself, imagine I'll get one or another of them realized eventually, maybe not, still worth trying, I think.

Grim prospect of work edging closer to reality, agh.