Usually it comes around the anniversary of my wife's death (I write of her as if she was still here)-I don't have a wife.
The last couple of days, I am just out of it. I read and nothing sticks. I write and nothing makes sense. I listen to music without really listening. It is just background noise, then my brother calls me this morning to tell me that a childhood friend-more his than mine, though I still knew and know him, is on his deathbed...
I need some good news...
Maybe I just need a vacation.
Alone...

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