Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Hoping It Will Pass
I took this photograph a few months ago. Is that right? Has it been going on that long? The shop has subsequently gone out of business. I'm not sure if putting the sign with the pig hurt or helped them.
I haven't the energy to write today. I was up and down all night with a painful affliction that has me worried. I thought of dying alone last night. I thought about having no one to call if I needed something. I suddenly realized the position I have gotten myself into. I don't see any way back out. The day ahead looks bleak.
I am going to try to wish it away hoping it is something that will pass.
That is what we do.