Ever need a world-release? Ever think you're the most important in the world?
Today I handled some not-correctly-applied passive aggression, wondering about Momma's health, thinking about supporting two households for the time being, news that a friend lost a baby, balancing that against a seventeen-year-old's need, and then finally, talking with my Great Aunt Ruth.
I can carry a whole lot - in fact, sometimes I think I excel at it until I don't, and then I fail miserably - but some days are just a reason to watch bad TV and dream of freedom.
Speaking of freedom, the other night I called GPOM and told him that sometimes I have the desire to run. Just run. Run to anywhere. Just be gone. I told him that maybe we could get a thirty-mile island, so that I'd know he was around, but far enough away that I wouldn't go the fifteen miles to meet him.
He said, "I'd walk it to get to you."
Finally, I exhaled, ready for another round.
PS - Cita's baby is well, alive, and apparently a prude. Won't show off the goods!
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