As you can see the fancy dancy certificate of eligibility arrived with the man in brown this morning… I was heading up to the post office to send it off, then realized that I had forgotten the address. Went back to the house and Mysha called… that was wonderful, with that phone call and an email she has made me feel about fifty times better about everything. It seems so sudden for this dread to be converted to something that feels healthy.

I said that if my employer had made a reasonable estimation of when my contract would start, when I would be there, I would have probably stuck around Durham longer. Then my mind exploded memories from the past few weeks, and how different stuff would be if I hadn’t gone back to the mountains. I didn’t say anything about that (other than a little sigh) to her.