this is ridiculous

Work is harried, as people go on vacation, dropping jobs on me at the last minute as they flee, and we prep for the press conference tomorrow morning. I get to be up and civil to strangers at eight a.m.

Gack.

And I am still quietly losing myself in recent memories of hands on my skin, lips brushing against mine...

Words are coming, threatening to overflow my head, and there is limited time to write them all down.