There’s no Interlude today. I simply ran out of time between having to run home for lunch, the bank, last-minute projects and this . . . thing behind me.
I can’t see it. I can’t hear it. But, I know it’s there. Just out of my range of vision. Watching me and – here’s the weird thing – judging me.
It’s trying to come to some sort of decision and I am afraid that when it does, my life and the lives of everyone I love, may be in danger.
So, I sit and work and wonder what will become of me.
What will become of my family?
Oh, god, I feel its presence and I don’t like it. Not one single bit.
So, I write.