It's been relatively calm the past month plus. Court wound itself to a close. Fought to a draw. Support penalty against me was neither raised nor decreased. It was the legal equivalent of the Ukraine Russia conflict: larger hostile force attacked relentlessly at great expense while reaping very little gain. the smaller entity (me) stood fast and emerged damaged but alive.
Biking has been relatively calm, although someone did strike me with a full water bottle on Rt 352. An isolated incident. I plan on dying out there. I suppose that was a warmup act. Bike is old, 10 years, and on its 7th chain. Front derailleur is partly inoperable.
Dreams have been highly bizarre: seducing, then having sex with a colleague, stripped to our underwear and working around it for proper penetration, on a bed, in a bedroom with picture windows, curtains open, with a busy intersection full of traffic right outside. Another had me carrying on a homosexual relationship and living in Russia, living as a closeted gay with a Nganasan man from Siberia. We went to a political rally where Putin spoke. We lived in a modest apartment in a provincial city.
Money gets tighter with less (no) dependents to claim on my tax returns. I am repositioning to adapt to my new reality.
Kind of looking forward to the summer.
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