My days are quiet,...simple. Wake breathe wonder bathe. Juice toast. Wash what I wore yesterday, and hang to dry. I do this everyday to save on laundry,...it's a habit now.
I sometimes write things before I sleep or between dreams. I look these over every morning,....what utter contrived trash. However a few times a month a line worthwhile.
Cleaning my digs also a habit. 'Did a major scrubbing, and polishing of everything...I mean 'everything a week ago. This morning did a quick dry mopping. Went through my boxes of crap. It's like getting new stuff. Many things I had forgotten I had.
Listening to the radio,...WQXR.
The last of the Classical stations in NYC. These folks are all broadcasting from home. Like podcasters. As an old engineer I would have l loved to have been in on setting that up.
They're programming for the Quarantined.
Special events, and music. Reading emails from listeners. This morning once again emails from out of work musicians artists, and actors. Of which in this town there are now a great many.
"Carmina Burana"
This played at 11am.
Below I posted sections of same. I guess it's in the air.
No mail,...hasn't been any in days.
Everyone home all the time so the building is noisy.
Bangs thuds kids running across my ceiling,...their floor.
Babies crying,...a lot.
They howl like wolf cubs through the morning noon, and night.
I sit, and read histories both real, and alternate online through the late morning into the afternoon. I pull one of my prepared dinners out of the freezer to defrost.
Watched an alternate history series on Hulu.
It's called "Motherland" 'Binged the first three episodes.
It's about a history where the Salem Witches were not destroyed, but resisted.
They became part of mainstream society as time went on. Not a comedy. A what-if. Wicca, and feminism hundreds of years early, and how this would have changed things.
Took a nap...I'm still weak from three months of flu.
Dreamed...woke sat by the window, and watched our now Quiet Earth for some time.
I'm heating dinner now.
That's my day. This is most of my days.
Sleep bathe eat write read watch cook wash tidy read again eat then sleep. Rinse repeat,...till Kingdom Come.
Three months of flu? Ye gods! Glad you got over it.
ReplyDeleteGo ahead and rest a lot. You deserve all the comfy repose you can get. Cats do it all the time.
I have noticed as one ages the more like Cats we become. The older Cats get the more like grumpy 42 year old humans 'they' become.
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