Just can't be done.
I woke up at 11:30 this morning with a huge aching pain just below the belly button. I got out of the bed, went into the bathroom, peed and well... it was like I was dumping off a gallon of water from a vase. Amazing. The level of liquid in the bowl had to have gone up a few inches. Really.
and after I was done the bladder was still a little sore feeling. If it were lungs it would have been wheezing with effort.
I don't think my father realizes yet that I've quit. I dunno. I can't tell, really. Doesn't matter all that much, but still, even after all these years it's an odd sensation living in a house with someone with whom you can have conversations, but never about anything that's actually in your life, and never about anything that he might actually hold an opinion on. That would be dangerous.
We were supposed to have thunderstorms all day. They didn't actually start until noon and they've ended up being pissing down rain storms instead of thunderstorms. Maybe they'll gain momentum. This week the temp went back up into the 80s after being very very windy and chilly for a whole week and this rain will signal the return of the fall.
It's odd dressing for winter all week and then having to switch out to t shirts for 3 days and then back to the long sleeves and wool.
freakin Hampton Roads.
I'm dissapointed with my city.
It isn't going away.