Yeah all good

Swam the bay at six. Wind was flat and mean. My shoulder clicked on the fourth stroke. Just once. It did not split open. I did not say the click out loud. There was no one to say it to anyway.

Drove to Apex. Held pads for Rob for an hour. Rob asked how I am. I said yeah all good. He said yeah all good. That is how men talk here. We both know there is more. We both walk past it.

I did not tell him about the shoulder. If I say it, it is true. I do not want it to be true yet.

The slot is five days. I can feel it in my chest when I think about it.

There was a call tonight. I did not pick up. I turned the telly up loud so I could pretend I did not hear it.

Receipt on the fridge. Envelope in the drawer. I will open them tomorrow. Maybe.