Aries 3° (March 23)
I’ve called and left a message for the police and scheduled chat with lawyer. I’ve also got the ball rolling on Maine. Reworking this week’s menu. Have a big client week ahead so that moving the needle will happen in stolen moments. There were peaches today which was a drag, so much of the day spent in response to that. Anxiety producing to think about the day ahead but trying to keep head where feet are if at all possible. A case of wine was delivered and couldn’t resist, so delish. And the talk with the lawyer yielded fact we are entering mediation which is good. Hopefully the fuckface’s lawyer will keep him from being abusive. There are now checks and balances. Heard back from back doc too so, all in all, let’s let the healing begin. I will get nutsy-boltsy in regard to the writing schedule beginning tomorrow. I will be fairly brutal now in the great clear out of things needing to go into storage. There was so much to say and now I’m not so sure. I will get the draft book in order and update my finances. I also need to sit with S. and review the benefits options. I do believe we should move forward as best we can on that score. I suppose I have the relief of knowing that nobody is going to make us try to go anywhere during the summer and that we can at least feel protected as we travel if we do. I am giving myself the goal of reducing by two pounds a week. I think this is doable. I am going to use this time, too, to let the more obsessive parts of my nature fall away gently; and I’m going to use my advice of tying off as a method to some madness. I do think that there is a lack of reality going on here and it definitely needs addressing. I have to do it in a gentle way or else it could get tricky as it often does. We decide to buck the menu and make pasta; I will do a sauce of cherry tomato, caper, red onion, oregano and basil and we will take opiates in the form of 18 year old episodes of friends—that’s like me watching I Love Lucy in 1972, one of my favorite years. It is time to get all the little boxes ticked. I did manage to shoot the doctor all the information he might need and to cover things in regard to that accident of 2019. I feel as if I let too many things go when I should fight a bit for my rights. More on that as time unfolds. In the meantime I refuse to be a victim in any way, shape or form. That terrible man will get his.
I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year.
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