three strange days

My friend Adam -- who could not possibly know how great he is, he is just that great -- put this song on a mixtape he made for me sometime around two decades ago. Though the tape has long been lost, I still listen to this song because it reminds me of a time when all of my days were strange, and yet I made it through, and will make it through again, and will keep on making it through until there is no longer a through or an it or a make.

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Sometimes my perspective gets all hazy. I am lucky to have your words to nudge me back to center.Β  I am lucky to have a partner who waits out the whinging and two cats who are reliably cuddly and long-suffering.Β  I am lucky, don't think I don't know it; I just forget it sometimes.

Now it is time to put these words away and play in the kitchen.

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