((((((((((((((((((((( pink )))))))))))))))))))))))))))

When my dad died, the world took on an "unreal" quality. I totally get what you mean about life being divided into Part 1 and Part 2. I remember doing things like going to the grocery store and feeling like it couldn't be POSSIBLE that that was the very same store I used to go to before he died. How could the same store exist in both worlds?? It felt surreal and disorienting and sad.

I know the new schedule with T sucks. Can you just go, be there, let whatever happens happen, and have faith that it will sort itself out? Even though it doesn't feel like it, he is the same T that was there in Part 1, and he'll help you navigate Part 2. It's just going to take time.

I'm really sorry to hear about your client...

(((((((((((((((( Pink ))))))))))))))))) Hang in there. PM whenever, okay??