I want to cry, but I’m not sad about anything. I think I just get overwhelmed by….stuff.
By stuff, I mean the things that happen in life, like waking up in the middle of the night, sports scores, fixing lunch, staying busy and everything just accumulates, from physical tiredness, to grief, to sexual frustration, to body pain.
And I can’t bear the thought of going anywhere. Now pain is starting to register in my lower back.
The NFL Sunday regular season begins today. That’s nice, I suppose.