He was fine. I had already gone through all the stages of grief while he was sitting in the park in the sun enjoying a free music festival. How silly of me to forget that he always puts his pleasure first, so why worry. He seems content to be homeless. I think I've been projecting my own fears about how I would feel if I was in his position, but clearly he is a very different person, with substantially less to lose, and less risk than I as a woman would face. I thought he needed protecting. I must have gotten him confused with myself.
I've decided to start doing morning meditations in addition to evening meditations.
8:45 a.m. - 2020-09-06