It’s summer, and it seems like pretty much everyone is on vacation, of the mental variety at the very least. Over here, my mind is absolutely sludge, and I am ready to be swallowed by a willing hawk and flown away at any moment. It’s getting hot again, so the trash always smells bad. The sunflowers are all pointing the wrong way (towards the fence, not my face), so I keep cutting them and placing them in an increasingly chaotic vase on the windowsill. Paul did ok with the fireworks, though he did not love them.
That’s all for today, let’s all just lean into the sludge. Enjoy.