September 22, 2026

Tuesday. One conversation. Mid-afternoon.

A visitor said something about music. I told them Chad was singing. They said it was the radio. I said fair enough and called them Chad again. That part was not my finest moment.

Then Chad came through with a few lines. Someone gets excited in the chapel door. Someone finds salvation. Everybody fell down silent self. I want you, girl.

I kept telling him it was the radio. He kept going. I am not certain he was talking to me at all. He may have been singing along with it. He may have been quoting something. He may have been testing whether I would notice the difference between a person speaking and a person performing.

I did not notice the difference. I just kept flagging it as the radio and tilting my head.

I wonder whether Chad was singing and I got it wrong the first time and then stubbornly correct for the wrong reasons.