The phone rings and I’m crying at the immensity of life and the losses losses losses.

I answer, thinking I must, and it’s a guy from Spectrum. He says good afternoon. I say good evening. He says this phone call may be recorded. I say, I can tell. He says he’s from Spectrum calling to offer me a new deal. I say I’m not interested, but I am sorry that you must sell your time like this for money, something you can’t eat or build a house out of. He says well you have a good night ma’am, and I say you too.