Ongoing.

It was beautiful San Francisco weather today: high humidity, low temperatures, and mild wind came together to create perfect heavy slow-moving mist. I barely got damp, much less wet, even with all the water and moisture around me. A few moments inside a warm coffee shop and it was gone. Back out again, it barely settled on my skin as I kept moving. The world lost all its shadows, and I could move through it without leaving any trace.

My therapist cancelled yesterday. Thankfully, I'd gotten up early enough to find out through an email instead of sleeping in, making a mad rush to the office, and finding out that way. I spent the morning at the gym, which helped center me for the appointment about the potential ongoing employment.

I'll be kept on for as long as I'm wanted. I'll be doing more active listening and less questioning - the client living in the very human paradox of wanting to talk about a subject and not wanting to be asked about it. Of yet, I still don't know if she wants enough information gathered together to be shared with others, enough information gathered to commission a calligrapher or graphic artist to create a piece of art to hang on the wall, or have someone to talk to for a couple hours a week. What I've gathered is I can't press hard going forward, much as I'd like to start working on something definitively defined and keep going until it's done.

I'll be calling on Monday to see about meeting with her this coming week. Following Napoleon's battle plan as detailed in Sports Night, I'll show up and then I'll see what happens.