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
within the silence but it 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.
