I stare at the phone.
I know I should pick it up, I know I should call and set some things up. But I just sit. I rub my eyes. I try crossing my left leg over my right. I don’t like that, so I shift my hips and cross my right leg over my left. Much better.
Where was I? Oh yes: staring at the phone. I know these phone calls won’t make themselves. But I have put these off for so long already, it just seems harder each day to make it happen. Of course, each day I wait just adds to whatever complications wait on the other end of all these calls, but still. I should just get it over with.
I wonder what’s in this drawer?
