i sink three pointers and you ask poetically

you know, it’s hilarious. i haven’t stopped once since ‘going on leave’.

by the way, the word ‘leave’ should be replaced with ‘illusion’. i’m just saying.

anyway, enough whining. oh, no, last thing to whine about..i have a cold. it’s not great.

there’s a theory about colds that  a friend of mine has. that theory sucks.

there’s this crazy time happening right now. there’s a lot of noise. a lot of people. a lot of noise.  a lot of things that need attention.

and i need to catch my breath and stop running and worrying and being told what to do and using energy to ignore it.

and then. bam.

i look at you and it’s okay.

the noise doesn’t matter. the demands upon my brain are unobtrusive. the buzz of a-freaking-nnoying-and-where-the-hell-did-they-come-from flying ants patters to… a tiny halt.

i’m just very thankful that you asked.

thank you.