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Here I am, a few days before another marathon — it should be a good one — with lease renewed and things kind of cruising along and also with me needing to recharge me emotional batteries pretty badly. A year into separation and not a lot of paperwork done but life seems to mostly be on a new rhythm. It's concerts-and-awards seasons for the kids so I get to be Proud Papa and push back on scheduling conflicts to do so.

The federal wokforce adjustment has been going on since the depths of winter and it mostly feels like I won't have to compete for my own job, and will probably even stay in my classification (but a good number of my members might jump to some other union as management tries to hit all their targets). This week I've gotten news that a couple more local subgroups are folding, due to difficulty finding people in one case and facility closure in another. Not great for mobilization going into a round of bargaining but it's understandable.

I'm taking care of myself — exercising, eating pretty well, keeping up with my people more or less, going to a therapist who asks tough questions but so far homework is just "keep doing what you're doing and we'll talk about it next session."

Maybe I'll try to summarize the first half of the year in another post — I'm keeping on keeping on, Ada will be 11 soon, and... yeah. I've got my people, I'm doing my best to have reasonable expectations of myself, and also oof.