I had trouble getting up this morning. Maybe God wanted me to rest for Shabbos. I briefly toyed with the idea of skipping Todaisy, as I’ve done 3 times so far this year: the day after my circumcision, when I got food poisoning from a questionable fried chicken joint, and the day I was feeling “depressed” (because you won’t talk to me anymore.) I guess today would have been closest to the last one. I realized I’m going to continue being sad, and the only way to get you to talk to me again is more daisies.
On December 20, 2024, you texted goodbye after taking umbrage at my religious overtures. You were crying the last time I saw you, in February. I’m not going to give up until I know you’re going to be okay, for eternity. ❤️
