Tomorrow is my last shift at my restaurant. When I step back from this, I’m really, really happy and proud that I am leaving. A bunch a friends are coming in for lunch, and I’ll see most of the people I care about during the shift. I haven’t gotten any writing done since Thursday night… I’m hopeful for Monday, when this mess is done.

So much is changing that I barely know what to write. But things are good. This is all good. I am capable of making everything good.