December 23, 2019
Five Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays in the month of December. Wow. Seems a lot, if you're counting. He stares at his calendar and wills the days to go fast, faster, until they run so fast they disappear for good. It's puzzling how he wants so much to escape and yet it's so hard for him to let the day go. It's both: "I want out" and "I want to stay". How does one decide? The heart? Pshaw. The heart is finicky. For all the good things people say about the heart, there's an equal, or more, amount of bad there.