Day.
This is shaping up to be a day of zero productivity. Hooray. Things have been trending back to positive in my livelihood so I guess I think i can get lazy for a bit. Which is stupid. Circumstances have been unaccommodating to get much done this week. I don’t regret spending most of yesterday walking about 8 miles to midtown, as the exercise is good for the system, but the workers doing stuff in the apartment made Tuesday a non-starter, a day in which I got a few things posted to the web sites but had to shut down to clear a path for the dudes painting the ceiling. I didn’t expect that. So i got a haircut and drank some beer.
Removing the shades and blinds and blackout vinyl from the bedroom windows has proven to be revelatory. It’s almost like i moved to a new place, the view is so striking. Familiar, of course, but a difference of just 15 feet makes a familiar street look new. The screens are all gone, too, which makes for a different visual conversation with the outside sceneries.
Wild dreams about mother. In one dream she is in a waiting room of sorts, waiting to be taken to the special table where she will die. She is not looking forward to it, and fearing it, but she walks with speed an dconfidence. The first time she reaches the table and lies down, but then the scene repeats itself. This time she is considerably thinner, and I have to hold on to her to keep her from floating off the ground. The third time she is as thin as a walking cane, and can barely make it to the table without floating away.
I guess these dreams evolve. I didn’t used to have such dreams but delayed reactions are in my dna…
