Life, in general.

The heat has been oppressive for the past week. Like, record-breaking. Can't-write, brain will eat me hot. Sleeping badly. Supposed to dip back down to "only" typical summer heat later this week, but no autumn in sight.

Lately, I've felt like I've plateaued in Pilates, but this morning (after a lousy night's sleep) I had a really good class, and I feel again as though I could break through and keep improving. On the one hand, I draw a significant benefit from accepting the plateau, but on the other hand, breaking through feels great, and honestly? My posture never doesn't need help.

Later in the week, when the pharmacy restocks it, I'll be starting a new med.

It seems like a weird moment in history in which to realize that I am basically happy, but it is what it is.