Scenes:

I sat at my desk with my head in my hands.

I wasn’t depressed, or anything. Just, one of those times when you….feel the need to put your head in your hands. Maybe I just wanted some quiet time. Some time to think my thoughts in my head, without being interrupted by the constant drone of others telling me my thoughts to think for me.

I open them. They land upon an ashtray that sits next to my computer. It’s shaped like a toilet. It says, “Jamaica No Problem” on the top, and then reads “Your Jamaican Ashtray” around the toilet bowl.

“See that?” she said, “YOUR Jamaican ashtray.”

“This was my favorite one, and I chose to give it to you.”

Eh.

I tried to think of anything else. But research has proven that when you try your hardest not to think of something, you usually end up thinking about it the most.

I opened my back door to look for my dog. 

Couldn’t see any evidence she was anywhere out there. She does this, sometimes. She will go out there at night and disappear. And I have no idea where she goes. For all I know she could be with the neighbor’s dog down the street. But she always comes back. They always come back. I’m great proof of that. But I can’t personally attest to it’s 100% truthfulness. I always go back….but they rarely come back.

Anyway, as I looked out the back door, for the first time I saw fireflies. I feel like this moment is one that probably gets written about too much. It’s over done. That moment at the beginning of summer that everyone sees fireflies…oohhhhh it’s magical…I knnooowww….

But, it still sort of is….

They all just looked like they were popping. And it dawned on me that…shit…it’s already summer. Again. 

And I started to think of the phenomenon of men’s softball leagues. What is the deal with that? All the time, men’s softball leagues. Is that just a midwest thing? Do they have those on the coasts?

“Definitely not like they have them here,” he said.

“Yeah. You’re probably right.”

I received a text message the other day:

“Hey, where’s the comcast store again?”

I immediately became sad. Flooded with memories of what things were like a year ago….

Damn! I remember A YEAR AGO writing about how things were A YEAR AGO….and talking about how things were going to be A YEAR FROM NOW. Time keeps….moving.

And so does this insanity with which it brings.

Seriously.

Insane. Shit. 

(I didn’t mean for any of this to happen….)