In the Mood – Robert Plant is playing in my headphones at 5:46. It took a minute for my body to acclimate to Friday (it’s Friday right?) I think the move has slowed my body and mind down for a bit. I’m not in my comfort zone so I think I’m pulling a little bit more energy wading around the home looking for something and everything. I haven’t been home much since we’ve moved any contributions to the unpacking is sporadic before I head into work. I try to complete any chores before work and allow my evenings for downtime. Sometimes it works too well and I’ll kick and scream if I have to put on pants to go eat dinner. By 5:45pm I’ve checked out of the world. I don’t watch the news, I don’t engage with asshats online.

I’m in my zone. It’s dull as hell and man I love me some dull when I crave it. I don’t miss those emails at 10pm alerting me that the salmon salade niçoise went two points over food cost due to a hericot verts shortage.

*yawns

*stretches

Listen I do fight the urge to cook everyday. It’s in my blood like poison.

Had to grab a few things we left behind at the old house and was disappointed that I didn’t get to say goodbye to my neighbors. Gave a solid salutation to their ring cam and left.

Petty?

Me?

Have we met?

I love N main and obviously the neighborhood is amazing. I won’t miss dodging everyone’s cars parked in the road at all times and the constant construction and restorations which meant squeezing in between dump trucks and landscaping trailers. N main isn’t as docile as it seems. You get all the transplants coming in and knocking down small plot homes to build 7000 sq ft houses with two inches of yard surrounding them. Hence the reason why cars are always parked in the road. You’re in a labyrinth of mud soaked sidewalks, large trucks beeping in reverse and run the risk of running over roofing nails.

Yeah I’m a little bit of an ass when I see this. I grew up poorer than most people so when I see things like this it jades me. It’s personal. I don’t like to think that way but there’s no reason why empty nesters need a 7000 sq ft home. Or anyone for that matter unless you’re 8 is enough.

Again

I’m jaded. We stacked 5 to 6 kids in a 1100 sq ft 2 bd 1 bath home when I was a kid.

Man the character development.

My headphones are on hemi-sync again. I feel like I’m some sort of bonsai tree sanctuary. It’s actually rather soothing. Pan flutes? Is that what I hear? Anyone remember the infomercial with Zamfir playing that instrument? Like a catalog of his greatest hits.

Who buys this?

Pair him up with Kenny G and Michael Bolton for a hell of a collab.

*pauses

*puts Zamfir on headphones

… Jesus

The coffee has given me a 3 second attention span

*moves to Isbell. I like Jason Isbell, love his song writing but I feel like he’s sort of an asshat in real life. I may be wrong.

Off track and random I have one song on my phone that I most likely downloaded from a playlist that I enjoy. Don’t know the name or artist. The only lyric I can recall is actually the quote of another older song lyric so when I google it the original song comes up. I’m frustrated that I can’t recall it but at the same time it’s sort of exciting to come across it by random selection so I can finally tie it together. Did I mention how dull my life is?

I love it

Gonna do some intermittent fasting this morning I don’t have anything for breakfast.

I was writing yesterday on about 4 cups of coffee and went into a ramble about the fascia acting like a car’s transmission. I had every intention of finishing it but upon reading the first few hundred words I realized I didn’t have the energy for it this morning. That one may take a minute. I was all over it yesterday ☕️

I’m wanting to take a stab at a fictional short story. Something tight and quick (that’s what she said). I’m thinking of posting on fb asking for an easy plot idea to challenge me. I’ve got some stories but I like the idea of improvising someone else’s suggestion for a challenge.

Short and sweet. Just to get my feet wet.

Short Sweet feet.

Ok

I’m caffeinated time to start my day.

Peace