Wait

We are parked on Carlton Street, kitty-cornered from the Berkeley Humane Society, waiting to see as yet another place. Keelan is on the phone, excited about how this could be it, that signs abound, signs it's where are going to live. I am cross-legged in the passenger seat in D LORES, thinking thoughts, focusing on what is and how to be peace with it.



This has taken longer than I thought it would or, better said, that I had no idea how long it would take and am disappointed that it is not already over. Anyway, T-minus 15 minutes and counting. The guy showing it to us is meeting us during his lunch. I would love to have a Berkeley address. Writing this now to channel my anxious energy into something constructive. Hotel living is taxing. It is useful to do what I can to renew and focus my energy when I can. Let's see what happens.