The Next Stage

Did I say that I’m in funk? Did I mention the weather moved inside me— no forecast, just gray.

I just can’t seem to get it together to fix my plumbing. Same old thing. I come to the house, I feel overwhelmed, get distracted, then leave.

Gotta go back down there, I thought to myself. No choice. I assumed if I inserted myself in that hole again I would feel a little more comfortable. So I did. I needed to squirm into the next bay to get access to the problem. I had stuck a light down into the hole from above so that I could see the point to which to crawl. When I managed to get into the bay, I just lay there for a bit. Looked around.