on the verge

of october, and deep in my own anniversary, reflecting on one year as a new orleans returnee.
I read over some of my writings from last september and october and the first thing I notice is the sleep issues. I very rarely have trouble sleeping at night anymore, or with waking up freaked out at the crack of dawn.
I'm also ready to get ready for the bookfair.
and decide on a halloween costume.
and putter around in my kitchen, baking good things to eat.
I'm pretty okay.
a million things are broken and wrong and outrageously unjust, but still, I'm okay.