It was a strange day. R, the man i had a fiasco with earlier this year, was oddly friendly to me in the dog park, in front of others. I'm stable enough that i am not unrealistic about it. He's doing his one year of sobriety. Perhaps he is all-over-the-place. I had a nice time fixing up my home. Every day, a little more organized. Not depressed or grieving but definitely subdued which is fine, i am comfortable with that.