Phil pulled some turkey and cheese out of the fridge. "No, you can use my bed here. The sheets are clean. No discussion." He plucked a loaf of bread from where it sat beside the toaster. "Turkey sandwich okay? Mayo, extra mustard, right?"
He started making it without really waiting for an answer. It was easier to focus on a task for the moment, to give himself a reprieve from all these emotions. This was essentially what he'd been doing for the past few months, once he was able to get up and walk around: concrete tasks, every day, set out ahead of him in a fixed mental schedule. It helped him feel less lost and untethered, a real temptation when you were living in Nebraska farm country.
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Date: 2012-05-12 11:21 pm (UTC)He started making it without really waiting for an answer. It was easier to focus on a task for the moment, to give himself a reprieve from all these emotions. This was essentially what he'd been doing for the past few months, once he was able to get up and walk around: concrete tasks, every day, set out ahead of him in a fixed mental schedule. It helped him feel less lost and untethered, a real temptation when you were living in Nebraska farm country.