The injury

This weird breakup divorce thing is like a leg injury. At first it really hurt, and I couldn't do a lot of my normal activities. Then my kind of built-in healing processes went to work, it stopped hurting as much, and I started figuring out how to work around the remaining soreness and lack of mobility. I *could* go to work, be a dad, get chores done, so I did.

Many things are the same, but nothing's the same. Everything hurts, takes longer, and reminds me that my injury was never treated. Some day I should get it looked at and figure out what I need to do to really heal. I might need surgery, physical therapy, or a bigger change.

What I feel like I really need to do is to evaluate what actually happened, what state I'm in, what's possible, and what I want. Instead what I think I'm doing is to keep trying to fill the Harvey-shaped hole that would otherwise be left in the world, as seen by Arnica, Amy, my friends and family, my job.