I’ve been avoiding writing something. I’ve been avoiding saying it, too, even when it’s topical. It is the kind of thing no one, no one, wants to talk about. Not a deep dark secret or anything: those always have willing listeners. This is just a small sad human thing that for some reason is occupying the forefront of my mind this weekend.
I’m not going to write it here, either. I’m going to carry it away with me, while I finish the laundry and get ready for my trip tomorrow and close up the house and brush my teeth.
