Walking on Sunshine

I get a call at 3:30 am. Drunken confession of devotion from ex years too late. We are still close but I had to put all that away. Not sure what to do so I tell everyone I am working to get some peace and I sleep in. This is my last Saturday off ever due to the new shift pattern starting soon.

I talk myself into running (this takes 2hrs).
I run for 2 hrs lapping 3 parks. Quite hot. Quite sweaty. Quite windy. Quite sore. A shambles by the end. I roll around the aisles of the local supermarket picking up a mixture of restoratives and basic cupboard replacements delirious and hypoglycemic. But I get home, I stretch out with some yoga, then I rest on the ground and look up the sky and pretend to walk on the clouds. I have no idea what to do aside my own thing. And it is enough. He can like it or lump it.

Babysitting later.

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