“This morning, with [them], having coffee”

Bad sleep.

I am too tired for not borrowing words from the late, great Johnny Cash when he was describing his idea of paradise.

I don’t want to go back to Boston.

I don’t want my kids to be 308 miles apart again so soon. 

I don’t want to know what Marshall is going to have to go through next.

And the longer I sit here, the worse this feeling gets…

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