We are taking a break.

I don't really know what that means.

I think I find out in a couple of weeks, when I'm back in town. I don't really know what I want it to mean. In so many ways, it's beyond my control. I said these things have to change and he said yes they do and you deserve better but those are just conclusions drawn from what is, not what may be.

A few weeks ago, in the middle of the night at a cop shop watching a sixteen year old kid comfort a sixteen year old girl he was so clearly in love with. They move on the video monitor.

"What do they know about love?" he says. "I'm twenty-five, I still don't know what love is. They're, what, sixteen?" He taps the screen.
"Maybe I knew what love was when I was sixteen, but I'm almost twenty-five and I think I know even less now."

In other news. In other news, everyone I work for called in sick due more likely to inclement weather and long weekends than listeria. This just in: I had lunch and organized my life for the next four months. Headline: I've done much worse for much less but am looking at all the options these days.