I met my aunt at the graveyard today. She seemed to have been emotional before I got there. Her voice cracked as she mentioned a job brought her husband out of state. She met my beloved, who had come with me. Thankfully, she didn't mind us not saying long. Talking about the flowers before the one I had put down there, she mentioned my father had sent out a group text and no one else replied. I feel quiet after a bustling Mother's Day. I feel somber as the night seems young and I have so many tabs, that hubski will time out if I do it all manually. It's been many days of finally getting a handle on music production. But- a job is a job is a job. Someone told me that once and it echoes through me. In the ballroom of my mind, that phrase dances. I found another screenplay and now have 3. It has been lovely updating those of you who read and I hope to see you next Pubski.