A morning run; a promise kept. The world, in these silent times, is different. Resurgent, perhaps?
More time passes in lockdown. I become all-too-familiar with the world around me. I break it up, where I can, with exercise.
In the war against time, our only ally is our slowly-faltering body. But in aiding the body, we can also aid the mind, building defences against both time, and our own lives.
Contrasts, observed in comparison, between now and then. A month has passed, and I have an opportunity to view the same place in a different light. Quite literally; thinking about it.
Keeping track of the monthly targets, I find myself... meeting them.
A time between times. Nothing pushing, nothing pulling. Slack tide.
Catching up with thoughts, after a healthy start to the day. Giving myself some time to listen to myself. And getting a haircut.
Brakes work. I have that, to report. Fingernails still have a patchy, stubborn grey mess staining their underside. Probably a good thing I’m not dating anyone at the moment, as I'm sure anyone but me would put up with that. Need to pick up a nail brush and some grease cleaner if I’m going to … Continue reading Meat-bag [Le Sueur]
A day spent planning, sorting out supplies for the month, and avoiding a cheap scam.
Staring the work-year with good intentions. Let's see if I can keep them.