Ganderthoughts: I should be a Bonobo

Overdue

I’m overdue for a real thought. It’s been 15 posts of fluff. Empty. Plastic. What alarmed me today was that the superficiality of the posts likely reflects this phase. My slow transition from desperately mourning that loss, to frantically trying to make sense of what is left. Left… Single, post-divorce, liberated, all too hastily ready to enjoy today’s 8am drive of shame back to my place. Only to find myself confronting 12 hours of nothingness, as I wait for my work week to start again.