The Morning after

The Morning after

The day dawned, … well, it just dawned, … I wasn’t paying attention.

I had very early meetings and had to be ready to be picked up at six. Meetings in a town I’d never visited a few hours away, … at eight; … leading congressional candidates from the three state area, something which I should have found exciting but, … my emotions are shut down, … I rebooted in safe mode.

So it dawned and I didn’t notice, same with sunset and dusk.

I wonder if that will be my regular routine from now on. I wonder if I can do that and feel sorry for myself at the same time. I don’t want pity from anyone else but is it all right if it comes straight from me?

It’s my own damned fault. It’s not as if everyone who cared for me hadn’t warned me. Perhaps, … even her. I remember thinking that the good thing about terrible economic times is that you really find out who’s worthwhile in your life. Sadly, I know the converse is also true, … again. It must be me. It’s certainly not as though this experience is unique, it’s just that it’s hit me much harder this time than the others.

Whine, whine, whine, … hmmmm, …. wine, …

Maybe I should just drink some!

Maybe more would be better.

I wonder if “wining” is a word, … it would make a great pun match with whining.
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2013; all rights reserved

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