I have this feeling, this saddish, almost guilt-ridden feeling, and I'm not sure why. I feel like I'm saying goodbye to someone or to something. Is it holiday letdown? Is it because when the kids left with their dad today, my first thought, just for a moment, was "Ahhh, freedom!" Is it because I might finally make the decision to get on with my bloody life?
I'm reading some poetry by Veronica Patterson--it's lovely. My favorite so far is "This House". I love the last few lines:
The funny thing is how the house is situated. A woman is holding it up
on one finger. If she needs to put the house down--just for a moment--
where will she set it?