2000The century changes: it’s January of 2000 and the world is still there. Looking back, I’m seeing so much worse health and so much more happiness, and yet…and yet. I’m off balance and don’t know what I’m doing. I’m still seeing unkind things in kind comments, like in my past which was probably, then, necessary for survival. Robyn will know seventy people at our wedding; I will know, from my past, two. It turned out to be four, but before then, I was scared. I was going to say devastated, but no, it was fear. I knew or believed I was doing the right thing, but I was nervous. We picked up our marriage license, I was trying to relearn how to drive a stick shift car after decades, and I was having episodes of hyperventilating. And I missed my cat. I even missed my things, my belongings, nin
