I have two appointments Friday morning on the far West side of Madison: dental cleaning and growth tracking. First, Old Sauk Clinic. No drilling scheduled. Next, Tim.
Curious… Deming Way: 3 miles north, 8 minutes (too much of a sad parallel reminder of character count and reading time).
I’ve only been once to the location on Deming Way. “…I would be early and have a long long wait. Does the sitting and waiting cause more or less anxiety? I think I’ve learned my lesson. Just compartmentalize and call it done. Ready. Set. Player One. That is after I’ve done my time, and waited for the start. No Tim. I could connect from here. At the top of the session is a review of the rules. Can’t call it a do-over, Tim doesn’t like that; recalibration perhaps. I’d sit on the couch with my laptop, maybe the pie chart pillow on my lap, and leave the computer space untouched for Tim. Would I need a key to enter? Has the office already been locked up for the weekend? Or is there some shared space happening and I’m trapped outside?…”
The irony sits clean as I’m driving back downtown: I’m nearly where he could be. Just that he’s at home. Soon I will be at home, as well. I already completed preregistration, and I said ‘yes’ at home. Is it breaking the rules to actually be somewhere else, as long as I’m still in Wisconsin? There is no chance of an escape, out of state, in an hour travel.
Just an active fantasy life. No space was or will be invaded. I’m not there. Never was.
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