Wednesday, March 9, 2011
But not today. Today he is more confused than usual, and not his easygoing self. He has talked a lot, but made no sense. Recollections of things that didn't happen, questions about my part in this or that event.
Him: "Was your girlfriend really surprised when you came out on stage dressed as a clown?"
I've filled two large garbage bags with his too-small clothes, ready to donate. He'll never need that many dress clothes again.
It's chilly and grey outside, and it's raining--of course.
I want to pitch a story to Scott Eagan next Saturday at the KYRW workshop, but it isn't finished. The tax returns aren't ready at accountant's office. I can't get the FAFSA (due tomorrow) finished because I need the info from the returns. Doing the FAFSA online at the last minute is chancy. The website gets overloaded. What if I don't get it done in time? No help for our son on college costs this fall.
Somebody shut Spot into the back room overnight; he wet the floor. I cleaned that up on my way to work this morning at dawn.
Yeah. It's definitely grey, and not just outside.