Not that it was bitterly cold, though it was, or windy, which would have meant a challenge as we navigated your king-size mattress into the truck, nor that the streets were so constricted with snow that you'd already got the truck stuck once, nor that we'd tickets to see the MetHD broadcast at one, meaning we'd have to be there at noon to get seats so I wouldn't want to be toiling through Somerville streets at noon, no, for none of these reasons was I not able to help you move as I'd promised, but rather that I was still sick, felt lousy, and couldn't imagine engaging in any kind of exertion.
I left you in the lurch, I know, but I simply couldn't do anything else. Messages with suggestions winged your way, but you had to swallow the disappointing change of plans, and find another way forward, by your own admission, not your strong suit.
The last you'dd said was that you'd maybe call a friend. I went to the theater feeling guilty apprehension. In early afternoon, a message came that things were going well. My dread went into abeyance.
No news through the evening, until we got an end-of-your-tether call about of we had a parking space for a loaded pickup truck overnight. No, absolutely not, but wait, don't hang up, maybe we can arrange something down the street.
You looked beat when you finally came in and sat down, saying very little before you went up to bed.
In the morning, you were on your way early and in good spirits, while I still slept. Ah, the resilience of youth and the resourcefulness evoked by circumstances.
A difficult situation but you pulled it off. I'm proud of you.
I left you in the lurch, I know, but I simply couldn't do anything else. Messages with suggestions winged your way, but you had to swallow the disappointing change of plans, and find another way forward, by your own admission, not your strong suit.
The last you'dd said was that you'd maybe call a friend. I went to the theater feeling guilty apprehension. In early afternoon, a message came that things were going well. My dread went into abeyance.
No news through the evening, until we got an end-of-your-tether call about of we had a parking space for a loaded pickup truck overnight. No, absolutely not, but wait, don't hang up, maybe we can arrange something down the street.
You looked beat when you finally came in and sat down, saying very little before you went up to bed.
In the morning, you were on your way early and in good spirits, while I still slept. Ah, the resilience of youth and the resourcefulness evoked by circumstances.
A difficult situation but you pulled it off. I'm proud of you.
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