Move along, nothing to read

Dropped the condo price and had another open house yesterday. Two people came by. It only takes one but I am not at all optimistic.

At this point I don't know what to do.

( oof )

We've had a lot of good lap time this past week. Well, "lap." Mr Tuppert does not Do laps. He'll flop over my ankle or curl up next to my shin, though, and will ask for scritches before catnapping. He missed me while I was gone. It's mutual.

Currently reading Murderbot, specifically Network Effect and System Collapse. A new one is out last week or this, and I preordered it as a last hurrah before I left. Still haven't gotten into Cameron Reed's new book. Maybe next.

This week: start looking for A Job Any Job; look into rental prospects; compact the stuff in the storage unit. Continue looking for A Real Job, continue practising and going to sessions, pet cat, feed self.

None of it was supposed to be like this.

Oh well.

"The release of all thought of an alternative to the present moment."

(I am not currently a danger to myself or others.)