The back is a bit more uncomfortable today, possibly because of yesterday’s exertions. I did buy an inexpensive brace to wear tomorrow whilst moving furniture and what not.
|(This is part of the design.)|
Yesterday, I made it to the post office with some packages I have been driving around for weeks, waiting for money. When I got to the post office, it was closed for lunch. There. Fifteen minutes to wait. I mention this because instead of waiting in the car, twiddling with my iPhone, or rooting around for a book, I had this carpe diem moment and chose to head to the nearby reservoir to seek out photo opportunities.
I find it interesting that I want to post again after weeks of not being able to really talk. So stress adds to silence, hmmm? Being depressed about money, being so powerless, is worse than brokenheartedness about a relationship. And as I recall, that was pretty damn crappy, requiring hours with the covers over my head and lots of crying.
Many many tears have been shed over the past few weeks. There was also an inability to relate to much of anyone. Only my desire to be kind and considerate to my beyond-kind-and-considerate hosts kept me in the world of pleasantries at all. They have plenty on their family and professional plates at the moment and they don't need any more worries or emotional weight.
While I fully acknowledge my prejudices, there is still something satisfying about seeing a cat contentedly curled on your pillows, basking in the warmth of the lamplight and your company. A nice, comforting package of the rightness of right now.
Meanwhile, desultorily packing and cleaning, I am working on a mix, one in the series of Bird songs or songs about birds ... and Freebird came up and I found myself tapping my toes. No idea what this means. Lynyrd Skynyrd and contentment?