Morning walk was good; I think I can get through the morning of work.
Yesterday I looked down to see that I'd returned my ring to my (right) finger-- I had taken it off a couple of weeks ago because of skin irritation. The time must be right. It is good to look down and have the visual reminder it was intended to be.
Been a week since I've visited Victrola, a long hiatus for me. Glad to be back now, though like other things, it's not quite the same as before. I gave the staff Señorita Misteriosa; they were greatly amused, and I got a hug.
Another poem just hit, which ended up being about Bartimaeus (and myself). I stopped to catch it and write it down.