The New Isolation

Are you here, with me somehow? Are you watching, following me around?

Do you now see things now that hadn't occurred to you before?

What the hell happend? How did we get here?

Did you know exactly what you were doing?

Coffee Not That Impressive Anymore

I've decide jolts come in three sizes. There's the Had-the-Third-Venti-After-All Jolt. It's relatively predictable and not troublesome long-term. There's the Noticing-Cop/Radar Gun-Stakeout-Too-Late Jolt. Whether the outcome is good or bad, at least that jolt is short-lived. The third, yet unnamed jolt, comes from glancing toward the neighbor's garage, where, through the open door, you see only the legs of your elderly neighbor and wonder, as you jump the fence, how long she's been lying there on this February morning.

All three jolts in one week, I have just decided, command a day of rest and reflection, and early to bed.