Really? Thursday?

M disappeared for over two weeks again. I’m not at all surprised. I guess that was the point of the whole saying goodbye thing.

The other day I asked B what she did on Friday, trying to calculate when the last day was that we did not hang out together. I remembered when talking to J about it later than we went bowling. We’ve been hanging out every day for the last week. I had some interesting conversations with J about PTSD, and how different people deal with it. She’s been more and more interested about how I don’t talk about the fire, the divorce, my accident, or school, and we’ve been correlating that to how other people’s trauma affects how they act, specifically intimately. J and I talked about my hanging out with B, and she underscored, “she makes time for you, because she wants to spend time with you.”

That’s the theme of whatever spare time I have to consider how the last year (ironically, B’s birthday is the anniversary of watching the containers day) has changed my understanding of what I want. What spare time though? Christ.