I have a feeling there’ll be some
surprises. But this
time it’s just
me, calling to see if you’re okay.
Are you okay?
Good. I think I
might be. Hanging up
(which
is no longer a hang-up), I try
to assess whether or not that
qualified as overwhelming.
I try to find a comfort zone
among the quiet but if feels so
sub-par. That sounds
dumb.
It’s the season of finishing up
and I am just too sappy for it.
Is plotting Christmas okay
over there? I wish I
knew
why I must dwell on this,
whether I am doing any-
thing worthwhile, and
what would help me
get to the gym.
