I forgot to eat
Today was another one of those days. When I woke up this morning, I was a little annoyed that I hadn’t had a stroke or heart attack and died in my sleep.
It passed, naturally, but it’s more than a couple of times a month lately.
I’m a little disappointed in myself today. Perhaps this is a bit too much self-examination, but I find myself asking why I miss certain people; is it because I genuinely miss them, or do I miss them in very self-serving ways - because I’m bored, lonely, lazy, or horny.
I hate feeling self-serving.
A burst of motivation: the service organization at UT that assists volunteers from Dory’s synagogue came out today and did some cleanup around the yard to help me prep for the spring planting.
Now if only I could stay this motivated and get stuff I buy planted before it all dies of neglect.