Sunday, January 9, 2022

My Life

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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