December 7th, 2020 – 803

Order is returning, but it’s glacial. A shrinking inbox, big tasks beginning to wrap, writing beginning to flow again, chest starting to feel that little bit less heavy and tight every morning. The flat isn’t ordered, but it’s going to be, dismantled and reassembled in a much better way than it is now. And today, I wrote 1,400 words. That’s a fluke, tomorrow will be 1,000 again but I don’t care, it’s an achievement, and a sign I’m still hanging on.