It’s been a strange week, cradled in stressful days. I walked a city block today with my eyes shut and didn’t make it into work. Tomorrow I will, tomorrow I will be farther away. The Globe and Mail want to talk with me.
Wednesday I’m going to the Penny Arcade Child’s Play 2006 Dinner Auction.
Thursday, a group of us are going into the theatre building.
It’s the small carved lines that I still see, like when I look at him with my glasses on, all I can see is his age – the distance between us for all that we’re very much the same.