M: A pattern develops

Short Stop was maybe supposed to visit this weekend, but I suspected that he wouldn’t. I didn’t clean anything or buy special food or remove body hair or anything. The first communion photo remains in a drawer, where it will probably just stay. It wasn’t adding much to my domicile besides reminding me how far I’ve fallen.

I have joined yet another softball team. Hope is thing thing with innings, that pitches in the soul…