at a fortunate intersection of sick and tired, which conveniently allows to not really care about how much cool stuff i'm not doing this weekend. or last weekend and the one before.
being out in the sun was really nice. sleeping was super. but i kind of feel like i've largely put exciting and fun on hold. you know like movies where the main character steps out of life to recuperate from a wound or a breakdown in a convalescent home or something, and everything slows down... birds. garden. tea. people come to visit and speak quietly.
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