It's almost 9, I've been up since 7:30, and the fog hasn't moved. I can just see the treeline across Strider's yard, and nothing beyond. It's other-worldly. So thick light doesn't show; even the sun is just a muted glow.
Today is a do day . Do the hair, do and check lists and keep working on my right hand, so it can do what I need it to do. A week from now I'll be packing to go back and will know what the DRB decided. Time passes, whatever else goes on.
I can't help but have hopes and dreams that I'll be back in Hobbiton. I can see being back there, boxes everywhere again, my new bed set up, taking a shower in my bathroom. Unpacking will be easier this time because I know where things will live already. Despite or because of all that's happened I'm more hardened to the pain. It won't be easy but I'll be ready for the holidays.
Of course that could all be a dream that never happens.
And if I can't go back, what then? Well, I'll stay with the Muffinpants family for a couple of weeks and start the process of finding a new apartment. Maybe I'll go down to my brother's house for Xmas and New Year's if there's no place to move into. It's hard to say when nothing is clear. But it needs to be thought about because anything could happen and I better have a plan.
Meanwhile, there are things to do.
I'll Fly Away
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