Short post, today.

Bad case of the jim-jams. The what-ifs.

To bed too early. Woke in the middle of the night, worrying about a dear friend’s furry buddy…and from there, about everything else. Woke in a space too big for me, holding on to my possibilities by my fingernails. Noisy head. Noisy night.

The only thing I could refuse to worry about: the writing. So that’s where I’ll go. To where the certainties are. To where an errant scratch doesn’t do harm to a sweet and curious pup. To where life is manageable.

To the writing.

If you want me today, you’ll find me there.

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