One of the rare times

Today, I am packing up files, collecting the last paycheck, paying taxes, and running errands, and all seems well.

The hangover that started last Friday morning is finally dissolving, I had my monthly b12 shot yesterday, and damn, it might be kicking in.
It is a rare thing that I feel at home in my hometown.

I grew up always, from a child till now, feeling like a pariah, an ugly thing, and an oddity. . .but every once in a while, the beauty of the place, the familiarity, the love, the small joys that have been had, roll up into my belly, into the plexus, and I feel peaceful, purposeful, joyful, forgiving, and alive.

It doesn’t happen often. Sometimes it will last a good long while, weeks, months, before a crash back into doom.

I am getting a filling done in an hour before my benefits run out.

I am planning on a spring cleaning for the apartment. I am pondering a short trip.

I have an interview on Friday.

Everything might well evaporate again... .in a snap. . .but today, at this moment, it ain't too bad, and if this is all I get, I will take it.