Taking control for a bit

To me, February (not April) is the cruelest month. I hate it from beginning to end… My mission in February is get through it as unscathed as possible. My goal is to move as fast through it as the space-time continuum allows.

The problem with that mindset is that you tend to lose track of the calendar, because some details simply are too minute to take hold in your mind when you are fighting, crawling, gnawing your way through the most primal form of survival.

Of course, being sick part of the month – and, by extension removed from other realities – you run the risk of having a cloudy mind to begin with and lose track of time.

Things happen in an almost unexpected way, the way they are supposed to, but you’re just not ready… It’s bizarre. It keeps things a little more interesting than they have the right to be!

I’m not going to explain that and when I read it back next year, it will be nice and cryptic and perhaps carry enough truth to it that it will sound beautiful.

Right now, I am relaxed and looking forward to three whole days of rest. Three days of people using their indoor voice. Three days of being loved and having someone around who truly appreciates me. Simply awesome.

To start our long weekend lovefest, I stopped at The Family Store (I missed Sam) and bought a healthy serving of shrimp and crabmeat lasagna with a little side dish of Sam’s heavenly grilled shrimp. It does not matter what happens outside this apartment, in our haven we’ll live in a civilized fashion. This meal should take that other bad taste out of my mouth.