Monday Scramble: Stitches
Am I on the edge of a cold? I’m on the edge of something. Last week was, for me, incredibly busy, with something going on every day and several nights as well. By Saturday night, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to stay awake through the Orpheus concert at Carnegie Hall, so we just stayed home, without even trying to find someone to use the tickets. Collapse!
Collapse has begun to feel fairly familiar, but what’s interesting is that it doesn’t bother me much anymore. I do what I can, and I let the rest go. I’d like to write more, for Portico — but I’m confident that I will. Did I say “Will”? He’s the reason that collapse doesn’t get to me — as long as it falls nowhere near him.
It would be nice to stay at home, on this cold and wet spring afternoon, but I’ve got to have some stitches taken out. Not the most apt way of celebrating whatever it is that has happened in Washington, but, at this point, almost anything will do.