I don't quite remember Fridays like this.

I remember coming home after work...I remember dispensing with the chores so I could focus on it being Friday. I remember the notes for tomorrow's D&D game*, tucked safely into my shoulder bag, and all the little details and shibboleths addressed so that getting out of here tomorrow is quick and simple.

I do not, however, remember the night's landscape feeling quite so flat after I finished my dinner, and I don't remember this weird itch under my skin. Nor do I remember being unsure of whether I want to do something here in the house or out there in the world.

I think San Francisco and I came unplugged somewhere back there. Unfortunately I don't think tonight is the night to try to rekindle the connection.