My life for months have consisted of me getting up, getting coffee, making meals, cleaning up after myself, applying dressings to my feet, and little time for much else.
It's a good steady rhythm, which has its attractions, but not a very fulfilling sort of existence. And my regular work suffers because I have lost a step.
It is both comfortable on one hand and disquieting on the other.
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