Having a hard time getting anything done today.
My cousin’s partner is ill. He’s been facing inexplicable, ongoing strokes that the doctors can neither inhibit nor explain. He spent the last three months recovering from the last series. This development is suboptimal.
My future ex husband wrote me a love letter. We dated by love letter last year. Our missives have slowed but not ceased. I always dither a moment too long between savor and procrastination when I’m out of practice answering him. Which I am.
I walked the dog. It’s been tough on my fragile left leg, the way she pulls when she sees potential friends (all dogs, some people, many hedges, most rocks, puddles but not sprinklers, fallen fruit and other “Food”). She wears a simple canvas self-restraining lead. I have noticed a worn patch on the front of her throat recently. Today I pulled the lead all the way over her regular collar, so it sat closer to her shoulders around the broadest part of her neck. Big improvement. Embarrassed and sorry I didn’t do it better before.
I hung some pictures in my office and in my bedroom.
Several times I attempted works in progress. Distractions within and without thwarted me in accordance with their nature. I watered my plant in the shower. I found a bee banging against a window and I took it outside on the edge of a valentine chocolate.
Every time we see each other I lose my breath. My cousin is so beautiful.