i’ve been continuing to feel less and less hopeless as the days go on. this morning, on the dog walk, i was reflecting that life is only seeming to take a little bit longer than normal cuz he didn’t really help out around the house much (sorry, matt. it’s true). so, it’s not like i’m picking up a bunch of slack chores and errands.
the dishes are in the sink because i dirtied them.
the muddy footprint is on the floor because i put it there.
i don’t have to come home, disappointed that the dirty egg pan is still on the stove and wasn’t cleaned after use.
i don’t have to feign forgiveness at his nest.
this is me eroding ground around the pedestal, as my friend john b prescribed.