The concert choir is doing a show on Saturday, and I have the big solo that the guest artist isn’t doing. Oddly, I just can’t be arsed to get tense about any of it, especially ticket sales. This is part of the disengagement process I go through when I have to move, unplugging myself from all the people and activities that preoccupy me before taking the big step.

Likewise, I didn’t bother with the annual vestry meeting at church. Not my circus any more.

The carpenter who put my basement windows in has yet to get back to me about a time to look at the damage. Now, *that’s* what I call a source of stress!

The after-effects of Friday’s asthma attack (and the drugs that stopped it) did not pass off completely until sometime Monday evening. At this morning’s monthly visit to the allergist, the nurse cross-examined me carefully, but in the end decided that, as long as I can manage these episodes on my own, they are not yet a cause for major concern. Unlike many asthma patients, I don’t tend to panic as my breathing deteriorates, which is probably an important mitigating factor.