Independence Day

Long weekend.

Lucy had two artists back to back. The guys from Queer Eye were invited by Imelda Marcos for Sunday lunch. Come Monday, Daniel Bedingfield arrived. While Lucy met him at the airport, I just slept at the hotel. Nerissa and Jane were with Paya, running around the suite. Mom said that our eldest sister had been having fevers more frequently, and I tried to keep myself from getting depressed on that sad news.

I always thought I was ready for the inevitable, but distancing myself wasn't working. When I heard bad news, I still felt a twist inside. Then I noticed I'd held my breath, and tried to think of something else.

So yesterday afternoon I just slept on the couch on the hotel. I didn't know what else to do.

Summer was over

On a busy Sunday afternoon, Patty had somehow managed to succeed in getting me to start and actually complete launching a beta of his website. A new business. His two baby boys were growing up too fast, I could imagine the next time I would see them, they would be speaking coherently.

My weekend was uneventful. I did some business, visited Nerissa and Jane on Saturday evening. Some roast chicken and ice cream for them. Then back home and more work. I had completely lost interest in nightlife, the social superficialities.

I would actually prefer to pass out drunk on my own alone at home. Strange, or even unhealthy.

I would label it "safe."

Lucy had arrived and gone, this time with Ashanti. The girls stayed with her at her hotel like usual, and Lucy just messaged me later that Nerissa had become a very good swimmer. She knew freestyle.

The rain had started. It drizzled in the mornings, and I watched through the train window. In the evening, on my way home, the same thing would sometimes repeat.