Easter passed over

He woke up, 7:30 bright and early.  It was a new thing for him, to wake up so early; early since just a few weeks earlier crawling out of bed before 9 was a feat of greatest proportions.  Immediately thoughts of the movie the previous night played in his mind's eye: Catniss' expression when Peeta didn't want to pretend, his look into her eyes on the train home after The Games.
Shower.
Clean up some clutter.  Still not the desk.  Never the desk.  Last place on earth to get organized.  Cleaning merely meant putting the piles of paper elsewhere in the room, on a seat, floor, anywhere but on the glass desk top.
Oatmeal, coffee.  Not in that order.
Watch a movie of Argentine origin.  Let's call it Plan B.  The movie was great, good-ish.  Okay, he liked it.  He liked how there was a lot of "thinking time" in the movie.  Lots to think about.  People don't just rush in.  Some do, but they are fools.  These characters thought a lot about where they were going.  Or so it seemed.  Maybe it was just a weekend.  Weekend.  That show was amazing.  He was still in a daze over it.  Well done.  They tried, kind of, but tried still.  Kind of.  But they did entertain the thought of trying.  They grew.  One grew.  They both may have grown.  He grew: it allowed a few precious tear drops to fall from his dry eyes.  He wishes he could cry more.  He feels like he has sobs that are yearning to come out.  But they cannot.  He doesn't suppress them, they just don't come.  Sobs feel good.  Releasing the emotion feels good.  He likes to cry but cannot so instead listens to lots of sad songs.  These sad movies are a new venture.  He's watched more movies in the past four days than he has in the previous four months.
A phone call with a dear friend who was celebrating graduating pharmacy school and her new tattoos in honor of her achievement.  She's got issues but he was only all too happy to talk to her, and express his issues too.  But hers are more interesting for him.  They involve scandal in a benign sense of the word.  Not much more than any other stressed mother about to graduate a doctorate program.  Good for her.
Not much else.  Kramer vs. Kramer. A movie he's been meaning to get through.  Good show.  Safeway and run into an attractive older man, attractive friend.  Attractive and partnered friend.  Run into him at Safeway in front of the chocolate.  Attractive Friend looked good, he always does.  He keeps up appearances well.  Damn you chocolate aisle.