Red Room Where the Writers Are

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November 7

DETAIL DAYS

Detail days seem like lost, soulless days.  I sort the piles of endless junk mail; catch up on bills, letters, laundry.  I don’t leave the house, but in some way I feel like I’m not in my home.  It’s like a day of pulling out all the needles, splinters and thorns that accumulate under my skin from rough weeks and road rash.  I steel myself to the pain of relief and rescue.  Cleared counters, emptied baskets, finished worry lists leave me with that newly moved in feel.  Piles overwhelm me, but sometimes, details define me.

  Can-can in your head.