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Doing a little better. It's just become real clear that Peg and I have to finally start Adulting in the next year or two, in a way that neither of us has ever been well-equipped for. n.n;
It would be super-neat if the "Adulting" involved was just getting serious about our comic book, and I'm so torn. It sounds like such a dumb thing to treat as a Plan A... yet, here Peg is with her Charlie Stross DMs and her tarot deck and her history of pulling things off by sheer fae stubbornness...
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And I could almost buy into a dream like this again, even on mornings like this when she's (very understandably) depressed and skittish about the whole thing. I don't know. I keep seeing evidence that the main thing we _really_ have to fear is the urge to give up, and just slide back into the cozy assumption It Could Never Happen To Losers Like Us.
I don't know. It's not like I had any other really urgent plans, or anything else on this planet I was super-committed to.
