tired

I have entered my last week in San Diego, and much more significantly, my last week with Ann. Yesterday we drove down the Silver Strand from Coronado and into Imperial Beach, where we walked all the way out on the pier. It was the third time Ann has brought me there, my only times, and it was so lovely, so right, and so clear in the sadness. None of my feelings feel separate now. They enliven each other.

There are six days remaining before I head off in the Camry early Sunday, including my last day of work tomorrow, showing someone the ropes of supporting the ongoing efforts of Jolene at the People’s Co-op in Ocean Beach. Saying goodbye there.

I’d be fibbing to say anything other than I’m kind of strung out. Pretty much through and through. My life is really, really interesting. And I’m tired.