notes

everyone is in such a mood today. they’ve had bad weekend experiences, I don’t know. they’re carrying it around all day with them, trying to bring others down. funerals are hard. welcome back bosses. my time has been good. body strained from heavy lifting, but nothing serious like dysfunctional lungs, dysfunctional environments.

typing this against a time clock. remembering last night’s MLK documentary, how afterwards I felt so peaceful and quiet. I wish I would have had off yesterday to observe this better. crazy how 1) we had to work on a holiday, 2) MLK was not even mentioned here. PBS served to fill some gaps.

my wife has been in Mexico for what seems like an eternity. thank goodness for at least emails. our communications reach each other every other day or so. from what I can tell she’s having a good time but getting tired of some things, like being a white girl constantly hit on, very little vegan accommodations, etc. she went swimming, too, and her body broke out into hives so bad she almost had to go to the hospital. then in an hour it all died down.

we keep talking about moving. I want to travel and write, and do so many other things with my life besides being here with these half wits and constantly helping to make sense of super basic things for them. but I’m not writing much these days. it’s a strategy. break up common things a bit. then return to them when they pull on you. in the meantime I’m reading, going to two classes at the community college, trying not to freeze to death. I should not complain, I suppose. I’m no longer way up north in NJ or somewhere; there’s not even any snow on the ground here. sure it was only 14 degrees when I went out the door this morning, but . . .

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