Digging Myself Out...

Each day, the layers of the summer fall off. Each day, I feel closer to normal. Each day, I am a little better.

There are still times, I feel the anxiety; positive, I am going to have a spell. In the copy room, the world becomes tilted. The air is thick. They are short now. These times do not ruin the whole day. Breathing deeply and sitting helps them pass. I have not had a spell in over a month.

Layers of the summer are falling off. The Luka is returning, productivity at work over video game victories.

A returns from Frisco on Friday.

C comes back from Texas.

S should be in Town.

K closed on his home.

Life is normalizing.