HIM: What are you doing here?After the reception I was compelled to visit my father. Literally wiping fallen leaves from my father's stone with my bare hands. I told him a couple things. I never thought I would do that, talking to a cold stone in the ground. It's a little dramatic. But I felt bad before and I felt better after.
ME: Oh man, what are you doing here?
HIM: Does it get better?
ME: I don't know.
HIM: Don't say that.
ME: I'll let you know in six months.
Distance: 3.3 miles
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Climate: cool and clear
Weight: 169 lbs. (+0.5)
Goal: 165 lbs.
Writing two plays, and editing a third. It's the editing which has been giving me anxiety. I have been listening to suggestions, waiting for the clue, waiting for the right direction to drop in. Just started saying that yesterday, I wait for the idea to "drop in."
Last night I spoke with my most trusted advisor and she asked me the questions I needed to answer, and the answers came cleanly. They may not be the right answers, but at least I know what the questions are.
Feeling unsettled and listless, I invited the boy to come bike with me. I haven't run in a week. That was good for both of us.
And ye gods, when was the last time I quoted Still Life With Woodpecker?