So, I have this thing. Every so often I have feeling and I can’t ignore it.
The night before the World Trade Towers fell, I called the people I loved and said, “don’t go to work tomorrow”. I called my J, my best friends, my folks. “Don’t go to work."
It should tell you something that no one questioned me or went to work that day.
It’s a thing. It’s my thing and, honestly, no one I knew would have been in trouble if they had gone to work that day, but at least I knew they were all home where they belonged.
Much love, y’all.