November 06th, 2021

Because this is a practice, I'm meeting the page. Cat collapsed to my right. Beethoven piano concertos playing to my left. It's Saturday and feels like Sunday. Because I'm still on the mend from an infection that took me out most of the week. Feeling ill and the antibiotics contribute a less than stellar outlook on life and the changing world.

Today's grief takes the form of one foot in the life-as-I-know-it-is-over-and-i-am-roaming-the-earth-like-a-ghost with a hint of oh-my-gosh-there-is-potential-for-me-to-have-a-purposeful-future.