Broken routine
It's later than normal, me having morning decaf mocha. I was, of course, up late last night, internal shifts. Took THREE melatonin(!) Emotional part of brain recovering, being replaced by what feels like "big clot wooziness". This is the deep illness I spent years on, recovering from, after the LAST move. YEARS recovering from.
I am running replay of RED EYE RADIO, which I normally do in the mornings. I let it run in the background, and sometimes tune my brain in, sometimes catch it next time. Next rewind. But, a big reason why I ran this thing every morning was just to give dog some normalcy, by which he could relax and sleep. And it helped. But now, I don't want to hear it anymore. I don't want it in my life. I feel times have changed too much, now that King is gone. It's a different time, now.
I really don't need to hear more about Joe and Hunter Biden... Call themselves Irish. Call themselves Catholic. Call themselves Americans. Just more reports on lies, lies, lies. I don't need it anymore.
BTW - Giant crack of thunder, Tuesday-noon - Apparently took down top of neighbour's tree. Big amount now lying in their yard. I don't know if this was wrathe of God. Maybe they were relentless gossips.
I am running replay of RED EYE RADIO, which I normally do in the mornings. I let it run in the background, and sometimes tune my brain in, sometimes catch it next time. Next rewind. But, a big reason why I ran this thing every morning was just to give dog some normalcy, by which he could relax and sleep. And it helped. But now, I don't want to hear it anymore. I don't want it in my life. I feel times have changed too much, now that King is gone. It's a different time, now.
I really don't need to hear more about Joe and Hunter Biden... Call themselves Irish. Call themselves Catholic. Call themselves Americans. Just more reports on lies, lies, lies. I don't need it anymore.
BTW - Giant crack of thunder, Tuesday-noon - Apparently took down top of neighbour's tree. Big amount now lying in their yard. I don't know if this was wrathe of God. Maybe they were relentless gossips.