Returned to working first thing in the morning and it's already helped ameliorate the sense of unmoored-ness that's been omnipresent the last several months – even before autumn's project management of another death and subsequent emptying (12th move in 23 years). Haven't really had a day alone in months, since the end of last school year: no matter how much I love the company, it wears on me. Apparently I need to be removed from the world when it's dark and skulk about in those of my own creation to prepare me for life in daylight; the work of others can – must – wait.