It's indescribably good to start feeling like me again, or at least some iteration of me... An inverted cosine, perhaps. I wish the nightmares and the random waking at 3am would stop, but one thing at a time.
Oh, and Gina wrote to me today. At 12:50am, from on a plane to Mauritius. She'll be back for two weeks, in August.
Words fail me. It's profound.
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