October 14, 2023

Have I left the house today? I must have. There are groceries I’m certain were not here yesterday. 

Depression over attendance at the play continues, somewhat mitigated by SS’s assertion that everybody feels exactly the same way. One infers that one should be grateful when betrayal doesn’t happen rather than furious when it does. I look at the ceiling and say, “Filling a tiny room nine times in a town that’s supposed to be so arty doesn’t seem like much to ask.” The ceiling does not answer. 

Rolling clouds that have not yet become rain.