Tuesday.

What lies in waiting today all new but feels like just another go around. Work will hold the unknowns.

Moments have gone by and reality seems no closer. Why does the view ahead seem nicer than the one under my feet? Acceptance.

Strong pull to the corner, where nothing but the wall lives. Slide to the floor and watch the darkness go by. Motivation should be in high gear but seems to be caught within my own mind in neutral.

Fog was so thick this morning I could only see the one car in front of me. Driving within the distance to keep track of them and yet far enough away to halt progress if necessary. The path seems so familiar. Fogged in. Looking out my window at the moment to nothing but thick fog and dark gray of the morning. Even the other half of the building has disappeared into its splendor.

Short week or one that is interrupted with a holiday in the middle. A day that meant so much in the past holds nothing now. Another day to be home to contemplate it all and maybe get another box packed. The hope can only be that next year is nowhere near this one.

Peace.