If Seals & Crofts had had a backing band with proper cojones (e.g., Hawkwind, The Stooges), they would not be a byword for soft-rock slush. All I do is connect, stitch, glue, seal, join, bind, and bring together. It never ends. A hundred little kind words and deeds each day. You put out that good energy and something comes back. Or not. Like I care.
Coming up: a weekend of beating this hovel into ship-shape. Numerous chores. Luckily, my radius of wandering is shortened, since my wheels are in the shop being re-bearinged or something like that. (Future project: seriously, become more able to do these repairs myself.) So no market for me. Just some slow walking around, maybe hit a grocery store, fetch supplies, read read read. And listen to music.
Less than a week until this dratted solitude ends. I can say that I am enjoying this time alone less than I thought I would. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe not a thing.
