It’s a beautiful day outside, really lovely. After weeks of highs in the early 90’s, today’s high is 78°F. It’s almost as if fall has arrived. I’d love to go outside to enjoy it, but I can’t. There’s no place to sit, or least no place I’d like to sit, anyway. The backyard is in a state of decaying disarray, much like my mind lately. There’s a metal patio table full of dead things, a swing full of bird crap, and two ruined wooden desk chairs that have no business being outside. I just want to sit, sit and read, but there’s nowhere to sit, no place to be comfortable, no place of my own, and lots of birds shitting on everything. Kind of like my life.