when i'm tired all i can think about is bed, clouds, and sugar

People are better than trains.
Reason #23: We can become derailed, go in any direction we wish, and rerail ourselves anytime we want.


I may be able to rerail myself but I cannot make myself sleep.



Chapter 42

The mechanic rose from his chair, drawn to the window by that sharp afternoon sunlight. There have been so many movies where the old man stands alone at his window surrounded by photographs and trinkets of his late wife. The mechanic thought wryly that at least those old codgers were living with ghosts. He was not a widower. He was living with no one.


PS. Becky saved us all with a rhubarb-strawberry jam-making day. Yummmmm.