For the purposes of this conversation
Me: Ow! You punched me in the face!
Mouse: Sorry, I was trying to smother you with the pillow.
Me: (rubbing face) Fair.
Since my last entry about going to CityMD, I went two more times. Once was for Mouse – and that’s her story so I’ll leave that there – the other was for a third infection on my finger.
Seriously, I need some frequent flier miles with them.
Bryson’s wife, a doc, is thinking it’s from the grappling but I’ve not really done it in a while. I’m actually wondering if it might be COVID related.
It’s nuts, but then again, my life’s been nuthin but nuts for years, so why change things now?
The boy and I were Skyping the other day and he randomly said, “Mommy,” and cried.
It was so unexpected and sad that I didn’t know what to say or do. But, when I was able to, I went off to see him. That’s him, doing some chores around the house for the grandparents.
It was great, as always, to spend time with him. Even just holding him.
Then again, the leaving was as awful as it’s always been. I keep thinking that I’m OK and I realize that I’m not at all OK. None of this is OK.
Nothing that’s happened to us is OK.
Him: I wish you could stay.
Me: Me too. We have to be patient.
Him: I don’t like being patient.
Me: Me neither.
After seeing Chuck off, Lviv dropped me a line to tell me that she went home for a spell too.
Me: Probably a good idea to get away for a bit and clear your head.
Her: (laughing) I seem to need to clear my head a lot these days. Just one of these heads that needs constant clearing.
As did another former contestant.
Funny right? Like I said, I keep thinking that I’m OK and I realize that I’m not at all OK.
Him: Logan, you alright, man?
Me: No. I’m not. But, for the purposes of this conversation, let’s just say I am and move on.
Podcast Version
Location: outside, helping a dancer move her bed
Mood: pensive
Music: I don’t think you have the patience (Spotify)
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