Some unforeseen estate issues, mainly our mother’s gargantuan unpaid taxes that we didn’t know about and suddenly owe, have come up. I don’t know how much money I have; I only know that I owe money, not how much, so I’m sitting tight, not taking any trips, not going to any writer’s doings, and not buying anything other than necessities until I find out. I’m in limbo. I feel like I’m in stasis and there’s nothing I can do about it, so I need to get comfortable with that. At least I’m writing. A lot.

Being in limbo is an opportunity to learn to surrender and just wait. Cats are very good at this, by the way. I passed this one’s window on an afternoon walk.

I’m going to focus on the things I love that are free–writing, taking my dogs for long walks and noticing things on those walks like the cat in the window and cool reflections in street puddles.

Maybe I’ll even get around to decluttering my basement.