- Waiting and hating the clock’s ticking. There aren’t any loud clocks in this house.
- Sitting and listening to my tinnitus. I haven’t seen a loud concert in months.
- Just emailing, telephoning, grocery-ing and dishwashing. It feels like weightlifting, which is an impossible and embarrassing claim to make.
- It’s grandiose to think you’ve merited real enemies, and I’m due no such grandeur. But I fantasize that there are those, somewhere, who take solace from my current incapacitation. It’s a small, petty way of feeling responsible for others’ happiness. I could gag for days.