December 3, 2019
Where did you go?
I was still here.
Were you?
I was still at my computer. Still writing. I was still here?
You’ll have to forgive me for saying that I don’t quite believe you.
Why wouldn’t you? You’re here with me, aren’t you?
Was I? It was like looking through cling wrap. It was like looking through melted glass.
What do you mean?
Well, you were there. I could see you at your computer. You were there, but it wasn’t you. There was a Madison-shape sitting with a laptop on the couch, petting the dogs, feeding the cat, listening to music, but it wasn’t you.
I was busy, perhaps. Restless Town came out, that stole a lot of my time.
When was the last time you filed an invoice at work?
Two…weeks ago. I think? Damn. Was I really gone that long?
Longer. Do you remember what you did the week before that?
Worked, doubtless.
Did you? Have you talked with work about that?
Ah.
We probably better had.