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LN: I miss your grits. Can you believe it?

This morning I told myself I’d buy you some yellow grits at Bravo after I picked up the fruit from Mr. Casanova. But there was no fruit to pick up today. So, there was no fruit to leave behind Dad’s office for your mother to collect after work. And to leave the grits without the fruit? Well, it made more sense to wait. Monday, maybe.

Til’ then you’ve got oatmeal, right?

I’m very unhappy tonight. And I don’t want to say much about it. I can’t really – I’ve forgotten what it was that made me so unhappy after I realized I couldn’t get the grits for you this morning. And I’m trying … but I can’t remember either what I imagined in your future, or if it was what I imagined that scared me, or only that I won’t be there.

Oh, there is something else, something happy, something I remember that I forgot, something else besides your grits that I miss. Yeah. Your joke of the day! Really. I almost went looking for an online joke of the day. But it wouldn’t be the same. Would it? I may give it try anyway.

I’m sitting this minute with my folks and Buddy in front of the TV, August Rush beating music from his guitar. One child. Two parents. And a mammal. Watching TV.

Speaking of mammals. Does Pookey miss me?

Hey. I got to go. I’m going to get something hot to drink – this house never gets above 72 degrees. And then I’m going to go for a walk. A long walk. A long exhausting walk. To wear out that thing inside my skin trying to tear itself out.

Like you, moving on, I am, David