Changes. New job. New medications. New sleep patterns.
A pleasant dinner with an old friend turns into an intervention.
This first night of "normal" sleep...nightmares of zombies and a rocket fired at my thoat. I liked the virtual dreams better. It did get better. And I feel better. I'm not struggling to think during the day.
Things do need to change. The Foundation continues to crumble.
I'll still weave the stories. But I can't control all the characters anymore.
More sit-down discussions. Another friend asked to take on a new role.