March 18, 2013
I'm in a funk. Can't find my center tonight and don't feel like it's a risk worth taking, staring at the computer screen. I should do my entries in the morning. I miss the security of having my dad around, so I drove by the old house tonight. The gas stations and businesses gave way to a rain slicked corridor and blinking yellow lights in the distance. The lights in the house were on, and I saw that a piece of furniture was arranged differently through one of the windows as I rounded the cul-de-sac. Don't live there.