Today was a day of rest, at least in the physical sense. Aside from a few brief stints of being awake, I was in bed most of the time. And while I definitely needed the rest, I think it's more of an emotional and spiritual recharging that I need.
I lack clarity and focus. I feel muddled and gaussian, a sense of being painted with broad strokes and a loss of fine detail.
In a sense, the Prison Release theme is premature; the prison has only changed forms. The phase has changed: I am now an active participant in my "correction", but it requires a hell of a lot more energy than what I had considered just to get into a stable place of residence. To carry the analogy further, now I'm in a halfway house.
The best thing is that I get to be with the critters. They are little bundles of love and neediness that keep me comforted and comforting, particularly at night.
(Micha is very demanding of my complete attention when he wants to be held and petted, like right now.)