There are days when things just do not go well. There is nothing that can or cannot be done to solve this. A series of things has happened today. An inner aching pervades my every action. I've been wondering why things happen to be so difficult today. Sure, it has rained for nearly a month now, but that isn't a great reason to be so gloomy. In fact, maybe the lugubrious weather has been directed by my moods.
At least one thing has been simple today. I am feeling a loss, a far removed one, but a loss. I just received a simple text: 17 years ago today in 45 minutes, Papaw. I think it is possible that I am mourning unconsciously for someone whom I can barely remember.