How Many More Times Treat Me The Way You Wanna Do?
How Many More Times Treat Me The Way You Wanna Do? This font is named Bitter, like the taste in my mouth. I just want the rational side of life to stick around for longer than a minute. A minute. Jenny is on week 4 of this regimen. This is a bye-week. This means two weeks of freedom. That idle hands are the devil's work has never been made more clear than when Jenny has time to burn. Never more clear than today. Never. As per usual for a weekday, I had to work. Distance working is old now. Quite old. But it's a living. Jenny, on a year's paid leave, thanks to the generosity of her fellow teachers' sick leave donations, fills her dance card with visits to friends when she has these days of freedom from chemotherapy. But it also gives her time to ruminate. And that typically leads to her finding problems she needs to solve, and I, her biggest problem is one she views as intractable. She hews, nonetheless, to the work like Sisyphus. In ...