How many times were we in the shelter today?  I ask this question occasionally when we’re sitting opposite our drowsy neighbors.  No one is sure any more.  They check their phones, and are reminded  – 5,6 – and return to their zombie state.  Not that they are not functioning, even enjoying themselves, even telling jokes.  But no one can do anything that involves continuation.  

Me, for instance, once a relatively responsible individual, keep missing online meetings, forgetting to call people back, lose emails…  I hope I’m being forgiven for my blackouts, but I fear I will never have many of the friends I once had.