It's a bitterly cold morning, with light rain and ice everywhere.
I wish I were in a nice wool-knit sweater drinking artisanal hot chocolate. Maybe looking out at a snowy forest scene from the window of my minimalist log cabin.
And I'm pretty close, really. Wearing a thin black hoodie and drinking a lukewarm energy drink, looking out at a street from the guard shack.
Basically the same thing.
I think my car will be fixed tomorrow.
Someone found me a bright red couch for 30 bucks. And has a truck and will deliver it to me for free.
And I don't know. I guess that's it. Thought I would have more to say.
But I feel kind of numb and empty right now.
And that's just fine.
Everything is beautiful in its way.
Even suffering.
Even silence.
Maybe especially those things.
9:23 a.m. - 2023-01-29
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