Progress, not perfection

I am putting this up between a client this morning and one on my late schedule this afternoon.
The Footless Man is not having a nice week.  Yesterday he was cleaning up branches on the side of the house, and fell a foul of a nest of yellow jackets who had taken up residence in the trash can.  Four stings and his fastest gallop into the house later he was heavily coated with baking soda paste.  Baking soda water paste neutralizes the venom in the sting, they were minor bumps about an hour later.
He is still struggling with having the hoard disturbed and the intense anxiety that provides, so he had another trip into emergency room land.  I do my best not to get upset and angry, he isn't doing this to upset me.  All the same it can't help but be stressful.
I have been trying to offset some of the stress with exercise, (Commuting by bike) and had a reward on my way home this afternoon.
I spotted a crane on the bank of the Poudre River standing still as a sculpture.  I stopped to watch, and saw him wade out, dive and come up with a six inch trout.  He took it onto the bank, inspected it and moved around to the tail. Then in three sinuous gulps he slid the whole thing down his throat and into his gullet.  I could see the fish shape slide through the feathery tube and into his belly.
With the show over I went on.  You can bet that I am going to be checking that bank to see if he is there this afternoon.  Maybe I can get a photo.

whine

It's hot.  Every damn day right now.  My arthritis that is worse in the heat has kicked in and my hands and fingers are inflamed and painful.  I am drinking a half gallon of cold tea all by myself every day and it most likely isn't enough.
It is too hot to ride a bike after ten in the morning. 
I am stressed out because The Swordsman is temporarily moving back home (Over all a good idea, but stressful none the less) to re think how he goes about his life's purpose and get some counseling.
This has meant that some needed cleanup, furniture moving and stuff removal is happening.
But that means that The Footless man is having his hoard disturbed and he is therefore an anxious mess.  When He is an anxious mess, his blood sugars become even more unstable.  (On top of that he is angry and defensive about being anxious and having unstable blood sugars).  so I have a beloved husband who is temporarily cranky, and can sail into loopy and uncooperative at a moment's notice.
The cleanup has brought out just how much Michael the elderly cat has been doing cat graffiti in three of the four bedrooms, which will involve a rug doctor and a lot of work to get them livable, which needs to be done  NOW.
The Swordsman is upset at needing to move back, it didn't figure in to his plans to have to come back home to regroup.
He is defensive and touchy as well.
I am so tempted to move to a studio apartment with a pot for ramen, and all my sock yarn plus a bathroom to myself and let the Footless Man and the Swordsman sort it out between themselves.
At present I am going out to dump some garbage, by myself.
Alone.
 

Fashoom

About two weeks ago I was sitting with a friend who is waiting for the next step in her healers progress, and we visited the concept of fashoom.
Fashoom is the experience of moving through a healing process at lightning speed leaving you breathless, wild eyed and light years along in your growth and maturity process.
I have been sitting and waiting for the wave to hit and not knowing what I am waiting for. Just that it will be sudden, and that keeping my balance might be difficult.
From where I sit I can see the wave starting to crest off in the distance, and I can see that a good part of the progress isn't even my wave.  I am off balance, unready, and I can't say that I am even slightly willing.  It doesn't matter.  Here it comes.
F-A-S-S-H-O-O-O-O-O-M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!