Friday was a tumultuous day of weather. I spent about an hour on my front porch in nearly 70 degree weather that night. I just sat and drank a beer and watched the rainstorm swoop in, whip the city around and then swoop back out. A girl next door came home while I was sitting there and she said "that looks comfortable." It was. For a few moments I felt like I was sitting on the front porch of my old place on Austin Street in Kalamazoo, the way I used to almost every night of the week until jackets and mittens were required. For a moment I remembered I needed to relax. I even wrote a bit of a short story. It's the first bit of creative writing I've done outside of songs and short poems in years. It felt nice. Words on a page with no necessary attribution or interview to give them status.
Aunt Suz made it. Got to the hotel around 2am. We saw 42nd Street this weekend and today we spent the day shopping and exploring downtown and enjoying just hanging out as niece and aunt. Aunt Suz is like a big sister these days, we can talk on the level. I don't have to worry about getting a look of disapproving gape from her the way I might my mother. Instead I get reasonable suggestions and affirmed understanding. After breakfast this morning Aunt Suz and I decided to be lazy and watch a movie. We curled up on her bed and laughed and chatted and she pulled me in for a good snuggle of a hug, I think she knew I needed lots of hugs this weekend and so she gave them out regularly. I need contact or I start to fade. I'm the type of human that requires hugs like a plant needs light and water.
Tonight I rack my brains trying to pull together a story that has been lurking over my head for three weeks.
Tomorrow I have to be to work by 9am for a staff meeting. Everything in me is tired and I don't know why. Everything in me is tired.
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I feel ya on that! Everything in me is tired, too. I can't wait for my week and 2 day break from the students.
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