I'll chance posting even though I'm tired and thoughtless, I'm not believing my thoughts, that is to say. Work snafu busyness got in the way of arriving early enough for a meeting so that I could talk to my sponsor. Calmed down by knitting and hopes of conversation were dashed (excellent word) by her whispered words to me that she was leaving for a commitment in Maine with her home group.
My phone is amongst the missing since this morning when I was certain that I'd thrown it into my pocket. I might have put it on silent (Lord, I will never find it) in anticipation of walking around work with it. So, it is many hours later and I have my old dinosaur charging in hopes that I can call my phone which may be in silent mode.
Feeling a tad marooned, it drives me forward to prayer, ever impassioned to speak with a god about my delusion that I'm alone.
The Gift of Desperation...
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