Marmot life has been surprisingly drama-free for a while now, or at least free of major drama. There are the minor complications that have to do with money, the house, health and the like, but they all seem fairly manageable.

Which I suppose means I'm due.

Really, I've been kind of eschewing things of drama. For one, I'm not dating a festie, and that reduces the chances something like 90% right there. And I'd be willing to bet that the antidepressants help, in that things that would otherwise have the potential for drama tend to be things that I just take care of now. There's still stuff that will kick my ass in the future, stuff that I know is coming, but does knowing that it's coming make for any less drama?

Life has kind of stabilized. It's not where I would like it to be yet, but it's not in free-fall anymore either. I am making progress, slowly but measurably.

That progress isn't fast enough for some. At times I myself wish it was faster, but I'm also learning new limitations in what I can do, boundaries in the amount of energy that I have to do things, trying to manage myself in the whole process.

It's a lot more work than it looks like on Hometime.