Wednesday, June 17, 2020

The Few Good People

I should feel relatively good, but I don't. My life has not fallen apart since the onset of sheltering, which should offset any feelings of pity I might have for myself. But, I'm no longer in fighting shape. I have become achingly overweight. I stepped on the scale tonight. It maddened me with defeat - hit me all at once. I must do something about it immediately, or as soon as possible after this weekend. 

I was going to watch the beginning of Stalker again tonight. I will defer to some other night. A thing inside of me needs to do something different. It's me. I am fumbling with easy tasks. I should read some, try to center my imagination around the lives of others.