Yom Kippor and I backslid into a weird, exhausted confused state last night, triggered by talking about my mother and some of her more florid craziness.
I learned: I have to quit sugar yesterday, and adhere to the right exercise and medication regime.
I'm not ready to deal with my feelings about my mother in casual conversation yet--I still have more healing left to do.
Rage does not heal itself through the simple passage of time.
I need to make more careful note of where I leave my car parked when it is dark out and I am hurrying (late) to Yom Kippor services.
Elsewhere in the news, the great preparations for the great move-in are underway. C and I went all over the house and garden, looking at what would need to be cleared in order for him to start really moving in. It will be a big overhaul--almost as big a job as if we were moving into a new house together. New curtains, new bookcases, new arrangements for furniture, new kitchen set-up...and that's just the beginning. I have begun with what's doable for me--throwing away old spices that have been here since the last century.