Yesterday we came home in the late afternoon. We didn’t know what we’d come home to–there have been handypersons for weeks. But all was calm–no handypeople. Just regular people.
Ming is out serving the hungry. Last night at community dinner I got overloaded and left early. I think I was still on retreat in my head and hadn’t readjusted to humanity. I had to come home and sit by myself.
Today we are meeting with an activist we have never met at 9:30. There’s hospitality day lunch at 11:30–I think there will be perogies. And I have therapy at 1.