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I am glad yesterday was over.

It wasn't a bad day. I did a ton of work, and spent a lot of time on the phone, but 8 August is the anniversary of my father's death. It doesn't matter what I do, the day has a dangerous undertow.

Anyway, it is over for another year, and I can deal with things again.

Proof that I can deal with things again is that I keep remembering why he died before midnight: because 8/8/88 made a much better bad joke than 9/8/88. My father would not have appreciated mucking up a potential groan-worthy joke by dying a half hour later.

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On an entirely unrelated note to the previous entry, I heard today that my course on Leadership for Women is going ahead, but that there are spare places. This means I will be teaching solidly Wednesday and Thursday next week, which is awesome. And the leadership course is another of the ones I love teaching. It is all about opening choices up and getting women to look at their worlds with new eyes. I always get students with fascinating life histories and interesting personalities, and I always end up learning as much as the students. That, to me, is dream teaching.

That little two day course has a great added benefit: I will be financial enough to get through most of the year. Any extra money will go towards coffee and cake, or superannuation, or something - I can officially afford groceries for most of this year. Add that to finishing the book and to the potential for Varuna, and I am in quite the opposite position of a short time ago when my health needed to be picked up and shaken out, and I wasn't sure about buying groceries, and I felt as if I would never finish a thing.

I need to be really careful. I am in danger of becoming complacent.