Sunday, December 20, 2009
It's the weird interim of Christmas vacation. Vacation from what? From the regularly scheduled schedules of others. Others I love. Others I miss. I am home in the interim between lady Katie and Stephen's departure and my own. I leave soon, soon enough. But it's strange being here, I find myself pacing around, rattling around, calling people I haven't talked to in forever, etc... I feel a little bit foolish and a whole lot of lonely.
Broken Art Tattoo.
It's strange, the pain. A lot has been written, I'm sure, about it. But this one really didn't hurt all that much. It hurt a bit, of course, mostly around the elbow.
So as that heals, I pine for Katie. And cover it with Aquaphor.