On the warmest, brightest day I’ve seen since last spring, I hide in the darkness of my bedroom, working and watching tv shows. Lost causes have spiraled into further loss-making territory; old connections, long ago severed, take on more permanent disconnection when I learn they’ve moved on to greener pastures. Is that enigmatic? It gives me pause to reflect on my choices – how I chose the life I have and my independent place in it. I don’t want something different but can still wonder how different it might have been.

Does that mean that there are not occasional, but cold, empty days?

Is there such a thing as “natural” Cheetos?

Change could not come at a better time.

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