glove, confession

so... someone lost their glove a while ago, and I picked it up. it was dark, we were on our way to the Cove (it's a bar) and inebriated, but still good people, so it wasn't a strange decision to pick it up, at the time. the unfortunate part was that I forgot about it, didn't send an email, and just found it on my bookshelf the other day. so... if you lost a woman's glove for the left hand, slate blue and lined with thinsulate, possibly sometime in October, I know where it is, and I always intended to help you un-lose it.

the will

I've lost the will to be social this week, to be active in that way. Took a walk tonight, and it's all as it's always been: they are going out to bars, and they are getting into cars. I have seen them with my own eyes. The inauguration is coming up. America, please help them.

cold

I swear to god, I must have lost some nerve endings, because today, with a glorious high of 3 degrees Fahrenheit, I loved the outdoors. I loved the clarity of the air at sunrise, the brutality of the light blue shadows cast by the branches of trees on the fresh, dense snow. It's dangerously cold outside, but it's beautiful, beautiful.

softball

today I realized that although I played softball for fifteen years, I have nearly no stories to show for it.