Do you ever just feel…at peace? Not really approaching any of the emotional extremes, but just calm?
That’s how I feel today, and I don’t really know why. When I think about how I should feel, it occurs to me that I should be teetering on the brink of absolute anxiety and welcomed relief. Anxiety because this mess I’ve gotten myself into is way beyond what I ever imagined, and relief because my brother is apparently OK…for now.
Maybe I’ve struck a balance. And that’s alright with me, even if it does strike me as being a bit ominous. I just hope it isn’t the calm before the storm.
I have to thank everyone who dug through the 8th Spoke’s website yesterday, and Aidoneus for sharing his wisdom, even if he doesn’t exactly make it easy to get to. And while I certainly have a lot of stuff to say about that, I’ll save it for tomorrow. For now, I just want to take a breather, just in case things get tumultuous as we go on ahead.
With that said, something did strike me as odd today, but I could just be imagining things. I received a message at 7:27 AM from an unknown caller, and while it could easily be a messed up telemarketing call, I thought it might be something important. So I saved it, to see what you folks thought of it. You can download it/listen to it here. It’s shrill, sure, but there was something comforting about it.
Anyway, that’s all I really have to say today. I’m going to spend the rest of the day thinking and digging through papers, and if I find anything out about St. Ignace, you’ll be the first to know.