Went to see some jazz with my mom, we were the only nonperformers, nonstaff there apart from a few people who came & left very quickly, had an ice cream, walked her back to her dorm, discussed some highly distressing things for a while on the stoop, walked home in the pouring rain, just started to let up as I turned up my driveway, feel born anew, like a great weight has been lifted (not really, rain kind of cleared my head anyway). Having a ginger ale, watching escapist scifi entertainment.
One foot in front of the other. Come on, soldier.
It's raining again.