Contemporaneous: Chapters 73 – 74
73. I don’t sleep well, but it’s not because of typical sleep troubles, but because I’m excited to get the week underway. When did I last feel like this? I can’t remember – not specifically. I was once like this, but that excitement and anticipation congealed into the mire that’s made everything so arduous. No more, though. I begin to catalogue what I need to do. Autumn. She’s the first stop. I want, I need to tell her my news. And not because I’m boasting, but because there’s a purity to her happiness – she’ll genuinely feel good for me, and there’s something about, some validation that I’ve never experienced…
Contemporaneous: Chapters 56 – 57
56. I’ll skim through all the stuff that it took me six hours to do: battle traffic to get to the airport find it impossible to get parking, so I leave the airport, drive out to Tullamarine, and get some street parking try to hail a taxi and, then summon an Uber – neither app worked, and the phone for the taxi was never answered walk an hour back to the airport, then try to buy a domestic ticket there. Their system went down. I waited five minutes, but then panicked that I was disrupting everybody’s else’s lives once I walked back to my car, traffic was clear all the…