Survival Mode

Herself speaks.

I have abandoned all efforts to do small things that I enjoy: cooking, playing the piano, reading for pleasure. Taking care of All The Minutiae. Sending care packages. Writing for pleasure. All is in abeyance, for now.

And I am OK with this, for now.

The Task weighs heavily. The best I can do now, for my own peace of mind, is to plug away at it, taking short breaks here and there to digest that day's preparations.

I've put all emotions on a shelf. I'll retrieve them later, when The Task is done.

It is fine.

I know that when I am finished, though, that I will be Very Tired.

Stay the course with me, my stalwart readers. We shall get there.