It's funny how far I am from some of the geography that's dear to me. I'm sitting on s horrible sectional in a basement unable to sleep in whole new ways. Some of my family is asleep in the next room - but not all of them and that's on me. That's a hard realization I think. I've avoidex blame for lots of things in life with my funny disposition and my peanut-butter ad face,but my family's situation is not ideal and clearly all my fault. And the real kicker is tonight I can't sleep because of my boss, not my wife.
So I'm out of my woods and onto the frightening open plain of some uncharted country for me. You know, you keep your job and don't recognize your own work anymore and you start to wonder if you gained anything keeping that job after a bad review or reprimand. Uncharted is the right word. Bad geography. So tonight I needed the souls midnight because it's familiar where so much feels foreign right now. I'm staying away from the burbs right now for work, but tonight I just couldn't. It's raining in somebody else's back yard into a window well six feet to my left and I'm thinking about my own soul's geography and how very without map or compass I feel tonight.
See you soon, cyburbians. Goodnight till then.