All the nostalgia in the world doesn't help at the moment. Nothing seems to make everything from the past couple of weeks fit into my mind as being right. I must admit I am referring to myself at the moment, as I ponder the crap sandwich which at the moment lingers in my mouth.
Lets Just Sum this Up:
1. I have to change everything and fast. No easing into any routine.
2. I have to find a wardrobe that reaches past knees for daily wear.
3. I must find a way to make myself sleep, even if it includes a hammer.
4. What is best for everyone else comes first.
5. No more Jazz.
6. Tons of Fake Enthusiasm. The real stuff is for my daughter, so the world will have to pass by.
I do believe I just sold myself a new job: sweater knitting.
Do I care? Yes.
Choices?
All dedicated to the betterment of others.
Defense of honor?
Someone else got that too.
God?
In school daily.
So give me each day, this daily bread.
So I can make a sandwich.
And be grateful.
Grateful that I am warm.
Because I'll have sweaters.
Amen.
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