Can’t pay any damned attention to the world right now.
Gonna spend most of the weekend sitting in front of a fire and either reading or sleeping. Still pretty wrung out and messed up. Have developed a distaste for most people and most things.
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read something light. Some of mark or john maybe.
Have a good day.
“Have developed a distaste for most people and most things.”
Yes!
What was the saying?
Turn off, tune out, drop out.
I know they’re not your thing, but times like those find me on the porch, in the rocker. With book, bourbon and cigar.
And the overwhelming need for solitude.
We’ll be here when you get back. Meanwhile, rest easy, friend.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
I used to hit that patch of road when I was in college. Too much homework, too little money for rent or groceries, wife and 2 kids to feed, etc…
I bought a tomahawk, and cut some thick pine sections. Stacked 3 of them, and paced of my distance. It got to where I could stick it in the dark. didn’t even need to see the target too well, just muscle memory.
For me, a mindless routine like that helped a lot.
I’m still praying for you.
Me, too.
That said, all the best, my friend.
Your inner resources are drained by all you’ve been through of late — and you must be recharged and refilled before you can give any of that to others.
So rest, repair. Meditate. It’s a beautiful time of the year in most places and peace and quiet is a balm for a sore heart and aching soul.
You are in my thoughts and prayers in what is a heartbreaking and difficult time.
Jenny
Yep.
Slogging through the wildlife refuge on a cold, drizzly weekday alone usually helps. For a little while, anyway.
The world will continue to fuck up while you’re taking time off. Carry on, sir.
Sometimes, the world is not worth the time and effort to pay it attention.
If you need a smile you can always remember that time that I and my “large tracts of land”, did a face plant in the corn field while deer hunting.
Rest, be well. We’ll be here.
And then there was the singing in the cornfields