I ask myself what I need, and I think what I need is to linger.

Sometimes I just get stuck on a thing.

I start to write something in the text and then change my mind. What would be the point? What is the result I desire?

She’s going away again.

She tells me my blood pressure and it is high. Again. It is always high. Aren’t I too young and too relatively healthy for it to always be high?

I mean, I do want to slow down time.

If not for this, I wouldn’t have her. And so there’s that. There’s always that.

Finally, the email I’ve been waiting for.

I can’t tell if I’m shaking because I’m cold or if I’m shaking because I’m nervous. Because there is only one more half-inning to go before they win the championship.

“Prepare to be stomped like a late harvest Gewurtztraminer.”