this morning #1121.

this morning, we sat facing each other on a bench and, though it may have looked like we were engaged in deep conversation, i suppose it’s sort of important for me to mention that i wasn’t processing a single word she said. in one ear. out the other. at first i was on board with her venting but then i sort of drifted off into a daydream as she went on & on about a woman from church. didn’t let me get a word in edgewise. didn’t seem to care if i did or not. she simply turned on the faucet & let it run as i chose to focus my mind on all the errands i needed to take care of today. that’s why i missed it when she came up for air, asked what i thought. i had no way to answer her, so i got up & walked away.