Wore blue jeans yesterday.
First time since May.
Change of season.
I miss being cold.
One of my two good friends is leaving
I have the feeling that I will never make any new ones.
Last night as I watched people chat and smile and dance and kiss I felt like a spectator in an aquarium, separated from a world completely alien to my own by a thick sheet of glass.
The rewards for continuing to be human are diminishing, the effort increasingly arduous.