Day 347

What will I write about today? Daythreefortyseven. Three hundred forty-seven daysof showing up. Today? I dunno. Got a lot on my mind. Which is funny… because my mind feels fullof absolutely nothingin particular. Just static. Groggy-eyed.Bald head gleaming. Coffee cup in my handlike it’s part of the dress code. Cat in my lap. Of course.Continue reading “Day 347”