It's a glorious day, and my lonely heart is tired again. I am short for attention. Paula sparks and hints at a promise, if I wait long enough.

I don't look forward anymore. I take things as they come. I wake up in the morning and I try to recall........ what do I have today? Soccer game this sunday, Gwen's chalet on Sat, Diving next week, I am not excited about any of them, no sense of anticipation, none. It doesn't surprise me. The pages of the calender turn, the days arrive and I try to hit the ground running. Pray I don't crash.