I am adopting a new disposition, again. My old one - non-intervening disinterestedness - is failing me slowly. We'll see how my new policy of strategic contractual retreat will pan out.
I have taken a sick day from work. I am in bed and this is where I'll likely stay.
It's true that I invited him CS to take a road trip. I neglected to tell him that it would have been in a stolen ambulance, where he could relax a bit. Take a load off with one morphine drip at a time.
Perhaps I will drive up or down the California coast and look for things to point a camera at. Things that make me feel, or think, or provide me some glimpse into their solitary nature, into their trapped beauty.