Here's one for you to figure out. I'll give you until the end of the post.
I'm shooting blanks today. I'm hurt, hollow, and empty, and I poured it all out in my journal yesterday. The bidding war for those will begin soon. It is stuff I'm definitely not posting here. C.S. may not be a high profile happy guy, but he is not my doppelgänger, either. He's a buffoon, more or less, a marionette in a Punch and Judy show. An entertainer, if you will.
I may be sick. It is too early to tell, but I think so. I've felt better. I went to Walgreen's the other day to pick up a prescription and had to wait with three people wanting Covid tests. It's going around pretty well, I've read. I've taken no precautions other than being a basic hermit.
But my head is empty of entertainment, cleverness, and/or profundity. Just a sad, worried hum.
Maybe it's anxiety. The smallest of things now seem to work me up. The maids are coming early today, and I have much to do to prepare for their arrival. I went to bed with that in my brain. Woke up several times thinking about it. That's just not normal.
But I have much bigger things on my mind, too. I'll spare you the details.
O.K. The photo. I shot it through the windshield with the rearview mirror in frame. The blue in the sky is from the window tinting. It's an ugly picture, but I haven't anything else. It could have been better. I should try harder.
No thoughts, no music in my soul. Today seems one to be gotten through.
Roll the credits.
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