Moon days.

Two Mondays in a row, shot down the drain. In the absence of much presence, it's not strange to lose days; it's weird it's the same day, so vividly, in that pattern. I had a phone call today that I needed to steel myself for in ways I rarely do on phone calls - I knew this one would be with someone who keeps talking after she asks her questions, and sometimes I need to interrupt to make sure she's heard me, which I hate so much. And it was still something where I'm usually able to bear through it well enough. This week, not so much.

Snow's predicted for tomorrow, the most in a long time. It's something I'm genuinely looking forward to, as much as I can look forward to anything at this moment. Hopefully by tomorrow I will.