reality forgets the wrong things

[thene]

There was a weekend, both useless and necessary. Yesterday I slept, ran, and that was about it. Today it was gloriously cool and rainy, so I ran, wrote a little for the first time since Thursday and felt things tug together - even if pointless detour was pointless, I've somehow come round to knowing where the hell I am with the rest of it. The tunnel, it has an end, though I hold no hopes regarding the lighting. I wish I could keep at it but I really need to go to bed now :(