First a trickle

then a flood.

Spent a few hours entertaining my mother on the phone while my father was out. Then I immersed myself in a flurry of activity — some cleaning, some work on my resume and portfolio, some other online stuff. Now, I’m so tired and just can’t hold onto the positive any more tonight.

Where’s my rock? Who’ll pick me up while I’m holding up the person who usually picks me up? I’m afraid, and I’m not ready to say goodbye.

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