Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Sixty-Three
Forgot to meditate.
Thick fog. Thicker than yesterday. Loud birds. Louder than yesterday.
Finally got the oat milk to foam.
She’s wearing my jeans again.
I didn’t even see her, but she apologizes to me. She thought it was her car. She looks confused. I am just listening to everyone else on the call, wishing I had picked a different part of the parking lot to sit in because I am covered in sunlight and starting to sweat.
He shows me a picture of the image, and you can see a chunk of bone that’s separated from the head of the humerus. No driving. No traveling. No using the hand on that arm at all, they say.
I eat my lunch and think that I should be more stressed out about this than I am.
I had forgotten how good some of the lines are in the song: “Cause it's a hindrance to my health / if I'm a stranger to myself.”
I might need that month off after all.
I should have taken my walk today.
