Every move since I left New Orleans has been at best ill-considered and most of the time a mistake.
Am I about to do it again?
With my most sincere Quit underway, I lay awake in my bedroom last night drenched in the smell of cigarette smoke wafting up from the apartment downstairs. One more evidence that I should never have moved to Lawrence, KS, I thought. I spent some minutes arranging a list of unfortunate coincidences and painful synchronicities since May 2017.
Meditation and piano students are my life-savers for now.
