this morning #1307.

this morning, while we were out on our walk, i sensed that something was slightly off. i genuinely believed that i was supposed to know this street but it looked so darn unfamiliar. did i used to live on this block? maybe when john was still alive? give me a sec. it’ll come to me. nope. nothing yet. i’ll wait. i’d ask my aide if i used to live here but she’s new so she’s useless. as we walked along, she asked me if something was wrong. said that i seemed distracted. asked if i wanted to go back to the house. i told her “no.” said i was enjoying the fresh air. wasn’t she? it’s probably too cold for her. her people aren’t used to winter weather like this. if she’s going to live here, she’d better get used to it.