Disasters, disillusionment, and diet coke

Diary for January 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th

January 6, 2025

I have about 10 minutes before I need to leave for the bus.

I don’t like January 6th — and it’s just not because of the insurrection.

Four years ago, in a different apartment, I said goodbye to someone I loved, not realizing that everything would change over the next year, but in excruciating slow motion.

I was standing in the pantry thin…