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I’m sitting in my basement listening to the Neil Young channel and right now, specifically, Van Morrison. Feels good. Quiet. I have the window cracked letting cool air float around me and a fuzzy fake Sherpa blanket that I was going to use to make into a sheep but didn’t wrapped around my feet. I feel tired but not sleepy tired — my body is very tired but my brain, unfortunately, not so much.
Just had to schooch through Bill Withers — too much funk. Also passed on Southern Man too. On to Pearl Jam — Just Breath — which is so perfect.
WHAT TO DO NOW?
I inspected books and found this random pile — RECOMMENDED READING? Ask Me About My Uterus really jumps out amongst the classics and/or otherwise tempting reads. Or a fun, inspiring puzzle? (You have to click the image to see the puzzle — sorry).
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I also found myself wondering —
Why the hell do I have a book by Kathie Lee Gifford?!
My new best friend, Hector, a gnome, was appalled and I actually was embarrassed too. I didn’t even know what to say? Did someone give this to me?
No offense to KLG — holy shit — I am so glad I changed my given middle name (Leigh) to my maiden name (De Witt) so that I at least don’t have the coincidence of the same initials. A little offense though — I don’t know why — because I know that her life is more than her old tv show with Hoda drinking wine from 7 a.m. until whenever they were dragged off the stage — I’m sure they had decent tolerance levels and could probably plug on until the kids came home from school, and I’m not shaming day drinking — I mean — Terra, C’mon! But I did think it was a bit weird. Did anybody else think this too?
Next Question : If you’re looking for a nighttime snack that isn’t horrible for you — your might get bored/desperate enough to look for gummies in your med cabinet (sorry guys — not the fun gummies — although with this music I think I’d be enjoying myself a bit more).
All I came up with were these (see image) and thought . . .
Is it possible to OD on Zzzquil Melatonin gummies?
No — they are too sweet.
You’ll puke before you die.
It’s true.
Quick question to anybody else with a little time on their hands . . .
Which pose is best | A. Forward facing B. The Side glance. C. Backwards. D. Leg less?
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Deep thoughts these days. Thinking the best bet is turning the lights down and just listening to Neil Young for a bit. Hope you are all staying safe! Miss you! I feel like I officially just turned into the person who takes pictures of their perfect latte and post it on Facebook. Oy.
I wake each morning with a strange delay — my body recognizes that it is morning, a new day, and I’m supposed to get up and get on with it. But after that momentary delay, I have an internal battle with my mind/anxiety about what it is exactly I NEED to do especially. I’ve long cleared out closets and scrubbed grout — not that there isn’t more I could find but it does lose its appeal after awhile. Do I want to hear the latest news knowing with grave certainty that today will not bring better news and then what?
I write all of this in a strange, kind of awkward acknowledgement that right now, I am fortunate. For the moment the scariness is not happening directly in my actual living room and that I can, although not exactly now or the foreseeable immediate future (in actual person), but nevertheless — connect with those I love and miss dearly. What I do with the sadness and fracturing of my heart and mind for those who cannot do this, I’m not sure?
One more day — check.
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