The feeling of having nothing to write about has been my moda operandi.

In the past year I started an exercise of writing something once a week.

Maybe it is because I am sleeping in my childhood bedroom, sharing my bathroom with my grandmother or maybe it is because as I have gotten older the holidays mean something else, but everything is moving too fast.

The Destiny Inn is now the Rodeway Inn. The roadside psychic off the 5 has been repainted, no longer advertising tarot card or palm readings, but the citadel outlets still put bows up for the holidays.