Made progress today. Finally. Not the floodgates like I’d hoped, but progress. And then work was busy. Busy busy busy. Should be less crazy tomorrow, I hope, but we’ll see. I’m going to have a very productive day tomorrow, I can tell. Finally. Back on track, I think. Hope so.
Cooler. A breeze picked up in the evening and it was downright nice. I joined marco polo. We’ll see if I like it. Liz uses it and I know she loves it. Pups are good. I’m wiped. No nap today because I was so busy.
We’re watching these documentaries on this New Zeland cult called Gloriavale. It’s fascinating. I can see why the new preferred term for cults is “high control group,” because that’s exactly what it is. Everyone conforms hard in those places. There’s no wiggle room. Human nature is squashed, both good and bad, which is its own unique type of evil. So much fear. So much pressure to obey.
Night night.