object at rest
It’s Friday. It’s five past eleven. I finally got up and had a shower and shave.
I’ve got things to do. Doing them seems easier than yesterday but still like moving through molasses.
I need to go into town and throw out some stuff. I need to grab the last few boxes in my grandpas garage before they demolition the place.
I’m meeting for yoga at 6pm. I’m going to play squash tomorrow at 3pm. My friend said I could come over and say hi to him and his family.
I started getting a runny nose and flemmy throat last night. I should cancel my plans probably?
Maybe ask for help with the boxes? Stay home and edit my podcasts… worried about that. I think the last one corrupted and I only will have audio again; if that.
The past two night I took a sleep apnea test. Not sure if I did it right but we’ll see. Dropping that off to their office tomorrow AM.
Man I feel like a dummy. Or I don’t know.
I want to scream. I feel like screaming loud. But I won’t. Maybe later.
I’m a bit discombobulated today. I’m glad the boxes are coming to an end (even if temporary). I’m glad it’s over for now. It was stretching me.
I’m out of gas. Somethings wrong with my engine. It burns through fuel too fast. A gas guzzler.
It’s all peaceful out here. It’s snowing now.
I had a dream of a fox catching a squirrel or maybe a chipmunk. The squirrel got away but then got eaten by another fox.
Then I was stalked by a Komodo dragon. I had a bag of guns but then they were gone and I was vulnerable but I put on a brave face. Then I was in a gym naked but ignored; invisible.
I have an idea what life will be like. Generally like it has always been but also different. It’s been strange not striving but also good? Different? Unique? Maybe, just not what I’m used to.
I don’t have much energy but I have more than before. More time for others. More time to do what I want to do. Less time wasted on pretending to be someone else.
I wish I had the answers. But I just have questions.
I guess that’s what life is.