Words: loved, connected, ephemeral
So glad the kids were willing to play. They’re a good lot
Dave stopped by my office to check in on me. Guess my general withdrawl from the world is noticable. The limp is not confused with swagger. A gentle invitation to connect. “Friends can be work in the short term, but it is helpful in the long run.” Words from my wise bear-friend.
Cody suggested he take me out one night this week. I just want to keep my head down. But Dave is right. I should go.
I have moments of okay, random as sunshine this seeming Spring. It’s as sporadic as the rains and my tears. Fucking hormones. I think that’s what it is. A detached self observes the insanity from some bird’s eye view.