Tomorrow is a day off of work, which is nice. We’re going to see Noises Off at the Stratford Festival with Adam’s family. Hopefully the car ride will be uneventful and stress-free. Please let it be uneventful and stress-free.
I kind of have been thinking a little about Father’s Day tomorrow. Not that I want to, but it’s hard to avoid in a lot of ways. I suppose I’m just dwelling or something, but there are some reminders that show up that do’nt let you forget. And yet I can’t really tell if I’m angry or sad. I don’t think I’m angry anymore… I’m tired of being angry, and I haven’t been angry in a long time now. I guess that means I’m sad, in an abstract kind of way. Melancholy thoughts drift to the surface. I’ll get over it in a day or so. But for now I think I need to dwell on things I didn’t have, and things that I had and chose to leave behind. I don’t regret the choices, but that doesn’t make me ecstatic if I think about them.
I should go to bed.