My Own Personal Monotony

Every time Cris goes away for a long time, I find myself thinking about how I would get through if he weren’t around to do this with me. I’d have my ‘funereal misery’ playlist looping, and wouldn’t want to get out of bed – ever. Yeah – that’s a given. But who would walk the dog? And clean the litter box? And pay the bills? I dislike the notion that the mundane will trump my melodrama – but I think that’s probably what makes survivors. God’s grace and paying the bills. You have to keep moving, or you’ll die.