I'm leaving. I packed Kaitlyn's rose sweater, forty-five dollars, and my yoga mat. I didn't pack my cell phone.
I'm leaving because I can't even breathe around here and I'm getting anxiety about the most incredibly inane matters and I need to go and collect a little more air and calm down before I break my fingers from grabbing for breath.*
I'll be back Wednesday.
All my love,
*Don't accredit me with that great "because grabbing for breath is breaking my fingers." It's a Buddy Wakefield line.