I was totally fine.
I mean, except for the usual emotional consequences of watching
“Sunday in the Park with George”.
But I was okay.
Maybe I will fall asleep watching Sunday… again.
At least then I will have an excuse
to cry this random funk away.
Maybe it’s gram.
She’s still dead, y’know.
And I found an oral history project today that I did in college.
I can’t listen to her voice yet I don’t think.
And I forgot that part of the show–
George’s grandmother being his mirror,
showing him important things, leaving him a legacy.
It just keeps sneaking up on you.
Like I needed that show to be any more triggering. lol.