Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Forty-Three
Monday. No sounds of rain. I kind of miss it.
Big cup of decaf to drink while I wait.
Gray light and wet red leaves and pink crocks and black pants. Finding beauty in the things that do not make sense.
Be grateful for what is and not what isn’t.
She says we should decorate for Christmas the day before Thanksgiving. I do not disagree.
Oh, no. I think this meeting might be in person.
Tomorrow.
She sends a skull and bones emoji. Her humor amuses me.
Where to send the anger and the frustration? How do I not hold it in my face? Sleep. Adjust expectations. Have fun anyway.
“Learn how to use your words in real time.” - queercosmos
