Edgey schedule

I'm really a little too close to an edge, schedule-wise. I've managed an artful balance in which everything is just barely working, but the last week or so has shown me that if one thing moves the whole structure falls to pieces. Eight days ago I thought my circus schedule had changed, and, oh my god, it was seriously going to be the end of the world. It took me ages with graph paper to figure out a different way to get all my current workouts in, with the different classes and my preferred spacings (this 2x/week, that 3x/week), etc. Luckily things worked out -- someone dropped the class I'd been crowded out of, and one of the teachers put me into it -- but it really made me realize how fragile things had gotten.

There was some other experience like that, too. I forget what. Poly date scheduling, probably.

I'm pretty grumpy over the recent news that, if Lion's wife gets a certain job she wants, she and Lion are considering moving away for a while (or some kind of "here some weeks, elsewhere some weeks" schedule, which sounds way different to me). I'm not sure if I'm grumpier over the news, or over the fact that I got it from her and not him, in a context where I really wasn't able to react, and with a tone indicating that I wasn't really expected to have a reaction. They definitely intend to live here long-term, but if the next year or so is dicey, well, that's shitty timing and I think I'm justified in finding it so. Goddamn Lion says he thinks something will work out and he's not really very worried, which has got to be the least reassuring thing he could possibly have said. At any rate, here's my latest chance to practice getting better at ambiguity.

At least I got a LOT of housey things done earlier today. Maybe it was just a thin and obvious attempt to wrest some control back from an unfeeling universe, but my bathroom and bookshelves and earring racks and other things are way happier!