I’ll be short b/c I’m tired. Some evenings are so tough that I wonder why we did this: Have kids. How a 3 year old’s mood can set the tone for the evening, and ruin the steak dinner you planned.
J and K are getting a divorce. We’re almost 40. I’m feeling lost. It’s January. Rereading old journals for this project has me realizing how desperate I once was — for what?
To tell myself then that this is what life becomes — the machine.