Mike McG and Paul over for beers n pizza

Still no word from Keith about how his day at work in North Van went.  Rented a van for Saturday.  The cats are loving the back deck.

I am still pretty close to a meltdown, but I feel like I stepped back from the brink. Eviction, John dying, quitting my job, finding a place to live, the memorial service, moving, ongoing drama with Dax and Katie (a… Katie is fine. b…. cops were called.  c…. Katie didn’t call the cops. d… resolution is absent.  e…. undoubtedly more iterations, but the end game is clearer, and Katie is not caving to suicide threats any more) and now this ongoing state of what feels like emotional immobility, like a rancor or resentment caught in amber, a longer commute, living in a pile of boxes, last two weeks of work it’s stacked to the ceiling and not getting better.  Poor Jeff; he dislikes the pile of boxes but he knows exactly where my stress level is and is doing nothing to add to it and much to alleviate it by just being sane.