Now I’m walking ’round the city
Just waiting to come to
For three strange
For three strange days
School Of Fish

On the Friday, I was a very good boy. The house got super clean. The pot got crocked.

The Saturday began early and was immediately split between intense communication with family and intensely emotional spillage.

I bedded down spent and slept well.

Today was intended to be the productive one, but I simply let it go. I not only crocked again, but cooked on the sandwich side too. It goes: Bagels, turkey, cheese, into the toaster oven; tomato, guac, and salsa on top of the melt. The fridge and the cupboards are pretty bare, down to nuts and spices and emergency soup and emergency frozen pizza.

I spent time out in the afternoon sun at its brightest, idly tossing salt.

Mostly I caught up on vids and podcasts. I found nothing new to make me rage. I found a new browser that might be useful.

I took a long hot bath I didn’t really need–it and the dusk made me sleepy, but I fought it off.

The plain living side of the house is shipshape as for an admiralty inspection.

The computer desktop and the two working desks where the papers are spread were ignored completely.

I have no better sense now of where I’m headed strategically than I did Thursday night.

But that’s the only thing I have to be pissy with myself about, and …

Like I said, I’m letting it go.