I’ve gone to the gym a few times this weekend. I went to a midnight showing of Fight Club at the Landmark River Oaks theater on Saturday night. I covered the second floor of my apartment with Carpet Fresh and vacuumed relentlessly. I thought, I’m vacuuming up evidence of Rex, but didn’t let myself dwell on it. Was I not going to vacuum ever again? As if. I did allow myself five minutes of hugging and smelling Rex’s cushion, which is still under my desk.
Becky and I spent a few hours last night editing some of the stories that were submitted for our next anthology. We were able to sit side by side at Becky’s dining room table and laugh and have fun while we worked.
And the beat goes on.