Time to Stop Thinking About It

Plans are mostly useless. Last night everyone was supposed to go to the open-air concert in Irsingen, but the weather had other ideas—the kind of storm that ends all arguments about outdoor plans. So Ana and I ended up at mine, watching a quiz show and then one of those endless blooper compilations, and after that we put on the new Muse album until sometime very late. Black Holes and Revelations was the right record for it, as it turned out.

I’m starting to understand that it’s time to get past Becca. There’s a James Blunt video—Goodbye My Lover, a song I never especially liked—that keeps finding me lately and landing differently now. Doesn’t help that Becca has always looked a little like Mischa Barton. But there’s nothing to be done about any of it. She’s not coming back, and the weather won’t either, once it’s gone. Time to find the good parts again.