Proud days for American politics.
I enjoyed waking up early and alone. It was novel. Went to Starbucks and drank a coffee and pondered the uncluttered feeling. Went back to the house and then went for a bike ride and to the gym. It has been some time since that was part of my morning. Along the way I shifted to exercising in the afternoon, if I felt like it. It must be something you enjoy doing.
Reclining here on the couch now writing this, trying to convince myself to get up and go for another ride while it is still mostly golden weekend sunlight. Torn between feelings - It harrows me between fear and wonder.
Yes, and listlessness and anxiety. For half the day today my chest hurt.
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