Home alone - NYE edition.

Last day of the year and I'll be spending New Year's Eve in my home for the first time since I moved here, 13 years ago. Not feeling well, so apart from the loud bangs going off all the time, it'll be a quiet day.

Christmas was a bit of a disaster. Uniquely so.
M2 went to his family and I was supposed to go with him until he told me it wasn't just going to be his father plus girlfriend, but also his brother and the woman's kids plus their partners and kids. So... no. Too much for me.
So I spent Christmas alone, trying to induce a miscarriage with herbal supplements. I'd started after being one day late, because I'm never late. By Christmas day I was three days late and popping pills every four hours.
Unusual way to spend the day. Rough week. (It did work.)
And now, once again, I don't have the clarity to write myself out of the haze. Clarity needed to regain clarity.
M2 is on a drug binge, so I'm staying away from him. He gets real nasty when he smokes weed. Better be in my own company than get abuse. I don't mind. Would have gone to my mother's if it weren't for the whole family being there and staying over tonight.
Too much.

About her comic book. It took a while and she had all but let it go, but a small publisher liked it. So we're emailing back and forth. I'm sending notes and suggestions, corrections, edited drawings, which she then incorporates into the pages. Nearly done, she'll send it to the publisher this week.
If that's all done and finished with, I'm hoping to get painting again.

The house is dirty and messy, things haven't been attended to. Hopefully at some point I'll get the impulse to straighten things out, it's been a while.
Meanwhile, the conversations and discussions in my head continue, without trying, it comes naturally and I don't need to force anything.

My heart has softened a bit, I guess there's that. But progress is slow.
Which is alright. Cycles.
Well, that's it for now. No earth-shattering news, just slowly crawling along.
Happy New Year.