Other self-care: went to a lovely party Saturday night, then out dancing. Judah never would go dancing, you see. It's one of my big three grounding things, and I was trying to write a book that needed me to be going out dancing, but he wouldn't. Except for the few times he would, then get pissy at me and make me go home when I was only two, three songs in. So. I went out dancing. Took me a while to get into dancing headspace, but I got there. Going out again on Wednesday, if I can find anything to wear.
I am waiting for phone calls: the DA, the lawyer.
I sent out my resume and am meeting someone about a job opportunity tomorrow. I will be copyediting this afternoon.
I have requested copies of the police reports. I have a copy of the lease.
There is much to do. I am breathing through it. I am eating three meals a day, taking one long walk a day, and dancing.