Today, I am contemplating the width, breadth and height of a month of time. I've reached out to some people I know to help me organize a memorial for Adam, so his ashes can be interred in the bell tower at the church I work at. Probably will happen in November, when the interim rector gets back from Canada, or wherever he wandered off to this time.
I am independent, comfortable in my skin and not enormously social, but I am also a Chinese Water Rabbit, a Libra with Mars and Venus in Scorpio. I function best, like most bunnies, when there are other bunnies about. The sudden absence of my companion, conversation partner and lover has been disorienting. It's wild the kind of crazy things you contemplate when your roots are shaken. I hope no one takes me too seriously right now; the part of my brain that is on auto pilot seems to be a combination of Mae West, Luna Lovegood and Daria. Not too far from the regular me, but I don't think I have many filters right now.
So your mileage may vary. As I navigate my way back into the middle of the river of life, strap yourself in. Things change quickly in the rapids, and I don't know where we're going. But I'm hopeful we'll get there.