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Darkening into evening, I feel that I ought to say something rather than let the day go blank. It oddly feels as though life is normalizing again, but I think this has more to do with the plausible fact that one cannot remain in a heightened state of suspense for an extended duration.
Now, I don't expect things to ever return to the way it was. Yet, I would bet that Arthudo will make it back, but I wouldn't care to guess in what condition he will be in. Also, even if he does come back home, I am not confident that it will be in time to save me food-wise. I cannot ask anyone to get groceries for me out of their own pocket - not Lorie, not Kay, and certainly not Jack.
Nevertheless, I feel like returning to my old routine to some extent. I want to bring chess back into my life, for one thing. As for my writing life, I might go back to my collection of Three Things I Want to Keep, since the days no longer seem filled with dire events and threats to keep me actively writing without the aid of artificial prompts. It will just be understood that my world can explode any day now, and that it might not.
Now, I don't expect things to ever return to the way it was. Yet, I would bet that Arthudo will make it back, but I wouldn't care to guess in what condition he will be in. Also, even if he does come back home, I am not confident that it will be in time to save me food-wise. I cannot ask anyone to get groceries for me out of their own pocket - not Lorie, not Kay, and certainly not Jack.
Nevertheless, I feel like returning to my old routine to some extent. I want to bring chess back into my life, for one thing. As for my writing life, I might go back to my collection of Three Things I Want to Keep, since the days no longer seem filled with dire events and threats to keep me actively writing without the aid of artificial prompts. It will just be understood that my world can explode any day now, and that it might not.
