It’s Monday. It’s been a long week.

It’s a sign I need a change when I leave work at the end of the day, cross the street, and think, “If that car hits me, I won’t have to come in to work tomorrow.” And it feels tempting.

I got home from work and just wanted to vent. But I live alone. No one here to vent to. Not even a dog. I looked at my phone and wondered who to call. Everyone is too busy these days. I left a couple messages. It didn’t take me long to figure out that I lack sufficient support in my life. I’m going to have to do something about that. Not sure what yet.

And now I’m venting to the Internet. Hello, Internet. Ask me how my day went. Go on, ask me.

Okay, never mind.