Nu is figuring out being 13, their gender, and responsibilities and anxieties around high school...
At is experiencing post-graduation life and making meaning of his impromptu gap year...
Big A is dealing with a change of employer and the potential loss/depletion of research funds...
I appear to be panicking at will and slipping into periods of sadness routinely... None of it is inexplicable--if I think about it I can pull up tons of reasons why I should be sad. But it's not particularly discerning or meaningful.
Anyway, something that brought me a momentary chuckle today: I'd switched Siri to "Indian voice" recently. And good thing I did too. When I turned the phone's flashlight on by accident today, I was both faraway and flustered and slipped into Indian/British mode, asking Siri to turn off "the torch." And... it was done even before I stammered out "I mean flashlight." Nice discernment, Indian voice Siri.
Pic: Waterlilies at MSU Horticultural Gardens.
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