A month ago, today, I had surgery to remove my job.
So I'm floating through life, a bit. This was an intentional move, but it's strange to be living this way. And eventually I'll have to have reconstructive surgery to restore the job-state. Meanwhile, my full time job is accompanying my uncle, I guess. Which he somewhat resents, because he feels like nothing's wrong with him. That, in itself, is one of the characteristics of the brain trauma he suffered. So there's some difficulty there.
Countdown to Craig, Alaska: 8 days.
More later.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
