I finally listened to the inauguration speech (this computer freezes up a lot so the video stopped after five minutes) and still feel disconnected from everything important. But that's okay. Everything passes, everything changes. Last night, I went to bed at 8pm b/c I was so tired from the fire (I almost overcooked since I don't know how to put out fires. I forgot that there was a way besides letting it die on its own), and woke up again at 2:45am, wondering in the dark if the inauguration had happened yet. I get so impatient. Being 14 hours ahead of the bulk of my former life is trying.
Today, I picked bark. All day, hands in water, picking bark. Removing any impurities, anything that will prevent the formed sheet from being a pristine white. I am the worst and the best person for the task: seeking out and destroying errant bits of unwanted things. The worst, b/c I will be overly fastidious. The best, b/c I will be overly fastidious. But one of the women here helped me all day and I enjoyed our dialogue, though I know that I lead a life completely different from hers, values all counter. The three of them after lunch made me lay down on the heated floor in the box container to get some rest and defrost. I love having them around.