It might rain today or tomorrow in Udon Thani. Next Sunday they may have thunderstorms in time for Songkran. Last year it went over 40°... hopefully not this year. Very hot at night though; it's definitely summer in Isaan.
We don't know the stories tucked into the pages of an unopened book. Slowly... we learn them. Pan has stories about his family and growing up that he has only eluded to. I suspect they are the source of much pain.
Tonight, I'm completely spent. Did the double this afternoon ...an hour in the gym followed by thirty minutes of cycling .
Someone I used to do drugs with popped by to see me this morning...he didn't call my phone first cause meth, pot, alcohol and ciggies tend not to leave much money leftover for bills.
He collected some stuff I was storing for him and once he realized I was stiill on track, he didn't stay long. He did comment that I was looking good, which made his visit worthwhile for me.
Early to bed sounds pretty damn fine to me. Today, all it would have taken is a word, and all would be lost...but as we carried his stuff to his pickup, he looked like he was going to collapse from exhaustion, and I was hardly breathing...and I was content.
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