Aug. 25th, midnight

The old days hardly come out anymore, she thinks. I hardly know where to put them if they do. And then the decisions. There are barely and decisions to be made, but when they are, great celebrations are made. Because how do you know how to make them? Things get so complicated and then they're no longer normal or understandable or then things get like that & then what do you do? So unnecessary all the details between things. How do you create the nuances or pro & con balance them? I touch myself, weary of the process. I think of you, but then think, no, leave him out of this. Preparations for the journey. You need practice.