Today is Xmas day and 3 wonderful things happened – the sun came out, I stopped vomiting, and we opened Alex’s fruit pudding. What a trinity. What a feast – such unbelievable schmeck.
We’ve been crashing into strong headwinds for what seems like 2 years. These fresh easterly winds aren’t supposed to happen in the roaring forties but rest assured they do.
Time has stopped, or at least dilated in major fashion. Reefing, eating and navigating are disjointed processes. Like visitors stopping by, they come and then they go, with no sense of chronological joining.
I miss my lover and I won’t be imposing this sort of distance between us again, if I can help it. And that begs all sorts of questions about what comes next.