I have been busy. Occupied, rather. Focused. It is engaging. Engagement is good. Right? Isn't it?
I should find a picture before I write any more. There we go, a portrait of the boy. What could go wrong now?
I have gone easy on taking portraits of the boy and his mother, an effect of covid and sheltering. It suddenly feels somehow invasive. The boy is changing, too. I do not wish to make him unnecessarily self-conscious. I do like taking pictures of him, and of Raquel.
I am writing this post out of a strange sense of guilt and dedication. I have not written in a while, and time starts to haunt. I have so little to say. The things of life have worn me down.
I drank champagne after work. A mood took me, now the sugar has. Then what?
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