The hurricane continues, with Zoe whipping through Sydney, Melbourne and life with lovely enthusiasm. We’re thoroughly enjoying it.
Another week to go, and that’s fine. But we are somewhat looking forward to getting some of the old rhythms back again. Every day is different.
Im reading more now, though I’m not sure where that’s been coming from. It’s been nonfiction, covering the intersection between evolution and happiness and fulfilment. I am feeling the need to revisit and solidify it all, but I haven’t yet figured out a system. It’s also difficult not having access to the desktop in the second bedroom.
The kids have had lots of wobbles lately, but things have stabilised a little (at least for now). Mum seems to be going through a quiet patch at last, after a very rough period. Zura starts the new job today, and is quietly excited. This despite the housing and cat issues perplexing her relationship with Bruno. But she’s growing and learning, and what else can one ask for as a parent.