And another thing: Stop turning to face and talk to each other when one of you is driving. Keep your eyes on the road.
I have no reasons to despair. I don’t even have any problems, at least no serious ones. I am presently not afraid of death despite the fact that soon enough I will be – again. As it happens every so often.
I worry, obviously. It’s a habit, a game. I can get myself deep deep into worry. Like having a bath. Almost enjoyable but too hot and hard to get out of.
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