Sunday, April 5, 2020
It’s understandable to feel cheated out of what would have been our time together.
Maybe we just got a weird and unexpected head start at what’s next.
You asked: But you said this for what? I said: Catharsis.
I spent a long time curled up in a ball on the couch today, staring out the backyard window.
I can’t remember trying so hard to empty my mind of responsibility, to let myself be still.
The dog came to me unprompted, bunted the couch, touched his nose to my hand, and wagged.