… and it will bring the next steps in this unpleasant course I’ve been charting for the last ten days. I think I may be close to the finish line, but I’m not sure.
In the mean time, I’ve had a weekend of not thinking about any of it, surprisingly enough. Even spending most of the day at work yesterday didn’t pull me back in. Odd how our brains can do that. I told myself I wanted a weekend free … and I gave myself a weekend free.
I’m reading a book, my apartment quiet, my cats sleeping at my feet. Tomorrow will get here soon enough. Tonight? Tonight I’m writing a tanka for my kitten-men:
the boys snore softly
my tiny, tired old men
running hard all day
one curls paws over his eyes
one stretches flat, prone, open