I’m just stretching my fingers out here. Nothing more.
My system tells me it’s been since April 26th since I wrote. That span of time is both longer and shorter than I’d have thought. When I extend my feelings back through the busy mornings, hurried days, and parenting filled evenings the sensation of the start of this dry duration tastes just like my memories of school: certain, but watered down. The calendar, however, says I’m not two months deep in my shame.
So there you are.
See you tomorrow.