I’ve walked through today feeling guilty for some reason, like I forgot to do something.

Like maybe I was tardy for an event, or stood someone up.

It’s the feeling I’ve gotten in the past when I know that I’ve let someone down, but for the life of me, I can’t think of a single thing that I was supposed to do that didn’t get done.

Maybe it’s just the last week catching up on me.

The losses weighing me down,

Stones on my chest,

dragging me down into the water.

But if it floats, it’s a duck.

The most random, silly Monty Python skit interrupts the weird feelings all tangled up in the sadness tonight.

A smile breaks through the gloom at the thought of Eric Idle and John Cleese and crew, and some of the feelings ease.

I take a deep breath and move the rocks.

I think a little of the absurd is just what the doctor ordered