Nice day with young Jack. Fished Catamount, and brought home a nice rainbow he’ll be sharing with his little brother for dinner.
We’ve got this shorthand way of talking. Expect it’ll be one of the first things to go after he moves away. However it turns out, it’ll never be the same so I’ve gotta hope it’ll somehow, against all odds, get better. How ridiculous is that?
Figure this is gonna be a lost week. Month. Year.
Can only look forward. It’s the only thing that’s unspoiled, still in my control.