Lost in the Din
July 1, 2008 · Print This Article
The office is so quiet, so hushed, but a clamor in my head pervades the stillness, not jarring, like the faint creak of a door at the edge of an afternoon nap, but incessant, like the faraway buzzing of a halogen light.
Four years. Four years they’ve gone while I’ve stayed. Four years they’ve played while I’ve worked. Four years they’ve reconnected while I’ve disconnected. Four years.
If I admit I can’t get used to this, will the restlessness subside, or will I lose myself in the din?
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Okay… Posts like this pique my curiosity… Is all okay in Chassy Cat’s world?
Are the kids in Podunky?
(Yup. The kids are in Podunky. *sigh*)