My teeth hurt. My teeth hurt because I am clenching them when I sleep. I go to bed trying to convince myself not to do it. Yet I wake up and my teeth just ache. I know what this is a sign of. It’s a sign of stress. Duh. I know you know that. I know I know it. Well guess what? Knowing doesn’t fix it. The clouds are starting to roll in, it’s starting to get dark oh so early. The sun is playing hide and go seek, oh wait, no, I’ll just hide for oh, let’s say 5 months. Yeah, the season’s affect me. I know they affect a lot of us. So many times I think, I should just be able to convince myself to not be affected. Right? Because I know what it is, I should be able to talk myself out of it. Ha! That’s a funny one.
So you know what? I write. Writing makes me feel better. I write and I dream of South Carolina. We go there every summer. The minute the gloom hits, I count down the days, 224. Wow, that seems like a lot. How bout I just dream about it and I forget how many days it is?