Anniversaries are interesting things. Anniversaries of meeting special people, of weddings, of pet adoptions, of moving to a new home or starting a job, etc, are all good things. Then there are the other kind. Trigger warning for discussion of depression, anxiety, homelessness (past.) I will babble for a bit, then kitty picture, then the other stuff.

Right now, it is a cool September day. We have had rain. We still have clouds. Housemate is off at her mumblety-th high school reunion. Real Life Romance Hero had an at home date day. I am still very much an extrovert, but I like being home now more than I did before. That’s something I am exploring and seeing what I want to do about that. Today was, as Storm would say, pretty great, and not only because she got catnip (but partly because she got catnip.) I did want to post this on the fifth, but that turned out to be a full day; therapy in the morning (always awesome) then errands including three hours waiting for car people to do things to Housemate’s car, but hey, they threw in a free car wash, so yay, I guess.

Anyway, anniversaries get me thinking. September fifth is definitely one of those. Gentle readers, I will see you after the *second* kitty picture. The rest of us, let’s go.

Wonderful Therapist is good at scheduling appointments around days that may require some extra support. This was definitely one of them. As interesting anniversaries go, this was a relatively easy one. We’d expected to be between homes for a week, maybe a month. It ended up being close to thirteen months. Thankfully, around one month in, we got a new family member – Storm- who is currently happily snoozing on Real Life Romance Hero’s pillow, while RLRH does his computer things. She’ll be by to check on me soon enough, and when she has deemed that I have had enough time at the glowy box, she will sit on my keyboard, rest her head on my right hand, and refuse to move until I get up, then lead me to bed.

Sleep has been not great this week. Not surprising with the anniversary. We are secure in housing, secure in food, have air conditioning and heat as we need it, all good stuff. this has been the bouncing off the walls all night anxiety and then crashing in the morning. It is what it is for right now. I can do that safely, so it’s a win. We are all three (four if you count Storm, as supervisor) working hard on un-effing our collective depression dungeon, and it’s going fairly well. Didn’t happen in one day, doesn’t undo in one day, and with three of us working on it, under feline supervision, it does go at a pretty good clip.

Last night, I made a piece of digital art (not sharing it, thanks; personal) that is an image from a recurring nightmare, and it felt good to get it out of my head and onto the screen. It’s true that some traumas, we don’t heal from, but around. This is one of those. September fifth will always be homelessversary, because it was. We are secure now. I’m not worried. I’m…remember-y. Not wallowing, not re-experiencing, just remembering. As I told WT, I am looking forward to October, which is full of awesome-versaries. Even September has the day I met one of my best-best-besties. Our friendship can drink. (I don’t, but it can.) Good days ahead. Also, fall, with an eye on foliage.

Okay, back to it. Final-final edits are done on A Heart Most Errant, and it is now in the capable hands of Melva Michaelian, who gets one pass, then we go to formatting. One of the few things I remember from studying early childhood development/education, is that I am a kinesthetic learner, which is a fancy way of saying “let me do it and I’ll figure it out on the way.” Which is what I am doing on the indie publishing journey. I am keeping a list of adjectives I can use for further books in the series (planning on two more plus a short story) where all titles will follow the style of “A Heart Most _____.”

I have never planned a series before (late adopter, I know) so this is more uncharted territory. I do have a secondary character from AHME who has volunteered to be the hero of the next tale, but his heroine? Zero idea. Zip. Nada. Nothing so far. Likely time to delve into some history, so post-plague fourteenth century, here I come. I figure the heroine will flag me down when I get close enough to wherever it is she lives. Writers, you will understand that.

That is it for this week. Storm will get the next blog, and hopefully sooner rather than later. My main point in writing this was to check “write blog” off my list, because when I do, the non-posting-guilt has to leave the building. I am now up to date of From, finished Snowpiercer, blazed through The Accident on Netflix. Time to pick a new show. Recommendations welcome. From and Snowpiercer are both five star shows for me. Maybe a Broadchurch rewatch? What’s good these days, along such lines?