How to Give Up

I want to stop trying, but dread having to explain it to everyone else.

Photo by Tim De Pauw on Unsplash

A few nights ago, my friend Michael slept over because the next day we were driving to to the desert to celebrate my 51st birthday with a random group of friends. He slept in my room, I slept in the den. I thought it was a perfect arrangement, but my dog (let’s call him Fish) had a different opinion.