Some backbend progress, general okayness

My backbend is returning to me. I find I don't have to work on it particularly hard, if I work on it steadily once or twice a week. A few times this fall I've successfully bonked my chest on the wall (one of the things I wanted to maintain through 2017, but in fact didn't have for most of the year), and last Sunday and today I did a kickover from my backbend. Not only does it feel good to have that again, it means I can get my back walkover soon -- pretty much as soon as I take some time to work on the drop-back from standing. It'll be at least my third time of working up to that, maybe fourth.

I'm worrying about other people much more than I am about myself, right now. OK, sure, my press handstand work is coming along slowly and I have a mysterious bald spot, but things are all right. Heading into a quiet quarter at work helps. Nala curling up on the thermo-reflective bed I bought her helps even more. There's bacon in the fridge. I really want my friends to be similarly all right, but some of them are hurting.

In random internet reading, I was hit kind of hard by this story of a fuck-off fund. When I was younger I always knew I wanted to be financially self-reliant, but I never really thought about it as an anti-abuse measure. Clearly, clearly it is. Ouch.