Sid called today. He asked "how are the cats?" I said "fine." He asked "how are you?" I said "fine." He asked "can you mail the PT shorts I forgot to pack?" I said "I'd planned to mail them with your care package."
There was nothing to talk about. What am I supposed to say? Well, it rained again, for the third day in a row, and it totally matches my mood right about now. The cats are eating and sleeping and pooing as usual, and I biked 20 miles today as usual. Everything's the same as when you left. I get up in the mornings, do all the things that need doing, and lie awake all night. Everything is exactly the same. And just so you know, in my bad moments, I imagine all the things I could do to hurt you as badly as I'm hurting right now.
Somehow, I just don't think that's going to go over well.