Up, up, get up, drink smoothie, go walk.
I am having a book-listening crisis. I love my new branch library but I am quickly going through everything they have there to listen to that I can tolerate. And I cannot walk without books to listen to. It's part of my disassociation from the agony.
Well. First world problems. Unlike the mosquitoes which are blood-sucking demons from hell who suck the blood of the rich and the poor alike. They do not discriminate although it's true that the richer you are, the more you can control your environment, the better chance you have of not being exposed. I can't even stop to pee in the woods any more. I duck off the path, stumble through the brush, find myself bouncing off the spider webs, unbutton, unzip, squat, and I am covered with the damn things. It is torture, plain and simple. How in HELL did people live here before screens? Did they coat themselves with bear grease?
I don't know. I'm procrastinating. I don't really want to walk and I really, really do not want to go sit in a waiting room with Mother. It's a special sort of agony, not knowing what she's going to say.
Well, life is just filled with things we don't especially care to do, isn't it?
Moonrise Kingdom is finally arriving in Tallahassee this weekend. Yes. I'm going to go see if come hell or high water. I might go see it twice.
Off my butt. Get up off my butt and get out there and walk the dreamy cobwebs from my mind.