Don’t complain, don’t explain.

I dressed and went for a walk - determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer.

Something’s died in me,” she goes. “It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.

I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning. Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.