I’m out of the house, 10 am, in a t-shirt at a sidewalk seat of a cafe.
First, big gratitude to the kindness of nature.
And second to my landlord for coming over this morning to do some restoration on the house. That got me up and moving. The tide has turned and I’m feeling better every day after the chemical abuses of last week. Wow, it just occurs to me I’m sort of a binge addict.
Last night Andrew and I emptied out the dining room and living room so Leo can scrape, fill and paint the ceiling this month before Dan moves in. Simple things feel like hard work but with proper pacing, all is done on time. Also, being busy keeps thoughts away from grumpy stomach, ringing ears and all the little discomforts.
I’m excited to think about my house as modern. Ten years there with ancient carpet, chipped paint and the dust… good time for renewal. Soon, smooth ceilings, fresh paint and hardwood floors. And maybe some bamboo shades. Certainly, a ton of house plants.
Friends from Mission Prep are bringing me food. My folks, Bob and Jan, are here looking after my nutrition and helping around the house. I get to enjoy growing well being until the next 5 day zap starting on the 21st. And, no, that wasn’t nearly enough rain on Tuesday.