Morning Morning

I woke up at four, nothing to do but get out of bed, dress and clean house.

I walked the ungrateful dog, and of course petted James.

You cannot avoid petting James.

Were you to call me last night, or am I mistaken?

I got out of class at six thirty, contemplated going out to relieve some need for adult company, changed my mind, and came home instead.

Drank half the bottle of wine we were to share. I am feeling lost and abandoned, but I know the way out of this maze. I know the way.