this morning #1764.
this morning, in the interest of transparency, my initial feeling when i got your message was shock. then sadness. then anger. back to sadness & on to confusion. can’t believe you’re not coming to visit next week. i was really looking forward to it. thought you were too. are you 100% sure that you can’t make it work? not even for half the time? they can’t do without you for even a week? not that i don’t think that they value you & need you there. i’m just saying…you know me. i’m super flexible. i really hope we can figure something out. anyway, i hope you don’t mind but there’s no poem today. given the news, i’m not really in the mood. maybe tomorrow i’ll feel less dismay. today i just need to reboot.