August 27, 2018:
This was our date night. Now it isn't.
We said we'd make up the day. In the middle of the week. She canceled that, too.
Empty evening. Empty week. Empty rooms, empty table, empty bed.
Productive. Getting things done. Using the anxious energy. Using the loneliness, the anger. Harnessing that, as juice to fuel results.
So fucking what?