It's a spelling thing.
I got so wrapped up in lookin gup "callus" that I forgot what I was going to say. Oh yes, that.
I'm wondering if my heart has grown a callus in that area that was being slammed against so regularly about two months ago. At first I thought maybe I was just getting over it, but then when Tricia had her situation, my reaction in the privacy of my own home was not that of someone who was feeling okay.
I guess. Like I know what's the reaction of someone who feels okay.
I don't know. (This is my new theme song, by the way... anyone want to set it to music?)
I don't know much about anything. Someone wake me when the world is all better again.
Also, how did I get to be almost 39 without knowing about the two different ways of spelling callous, and their somewhat different meanings? How callous of me! Okay, it isn't really callous of me, but I wanted to put that in a sentence.
I'm going to go to bed now. This thinkin' thing is for the birds.