The last few days have been trying. Was it the effect of the new moon? Who knows? I’ve felt unstable and out of control. He has been patient and forbearing, while I threw tantrums. Will such whirling ease? Will it calm? All I can do is bring myself to this desk and keep writing. I dreamt of being stuck in a train station during a gas leak, with a phone that didn’t work. Dark tunnels going nowhere faced me at every turn. But I don’t remember panicking. Can I take some comfort from that?
