Reading the news makes it easy to not want to go outside.
I braved a short dose of social media last night to share some things that made me laugh. I feel like I need to share myself sometimes, even if the climate is treacherous, because it's not good for my friends' mental health to dwell so much on the world's evils. Sometimes humans need to laugh. So I enter the toxic warzone, inject social media with something sane to at least momentarily shake people out of their drama-addicted stupor, and make my exit once again, lest I catch the mental disease myself from staring too long at the carnage.
The Alcoholic is M.I.A. again but I'm going to not bother worrying this time. His lifestyle is just way too exciting for me.
Speaking of my unexciting life, I have a nice little trio of jars on my coffee table with dried figs, seeds and chocolate almonds, and several sprigs of rosemary I foraged because the scent of rosemary and the jar of figs helps me pretend I am living in the ancient eastern mediterranean instead of in 2020. I'm happy every time I look at it.
I've been pretty bad at keeping up with doing yoga lately, but I've been feeling pretty good anyway. My house is so goddamn pretty now that I've spent months painting and refining little details. It's important to me that my surroundings are beautiful.
I dreamed I lived in a boring apartment with very few possessions, similar to the ones I used to live in before moving to the city. The Alcoholic was coming and going, in a moodswing, and then not. I didn't bother reacting but instead closed the ugly blinds and tried making the small tv work, and just let him come and go almost as if he wasn't there. I was reading a notebook of things he wrote.
In a previous dream I had to walk from one side of my small hometown to the other because my dad didn't pick me up and I had no way of contacting anyone. It was a long walk and the sun was starting to set but I did it anyway, watching all the houses with their well-kept yards and lights on inside on my way there. I didn't mind.
Oh my god and I just remembered I had a nightmare that it was November and Trump won another 4 years... Ohhh nooo that better not be one of my prophetic dreams...
8:34 a.m. - 2020-09-17