I look at the calendar, I see it's the last day of January. I can't imagine where the weeks have all gone -- it was just Christmastime.
In recent days, I've experienced some strange things with people both online and in here in the 3-D world, things that have left me feeling a little tired and off-balance. Such, sometimes, is life -- i'll get over myself. I'll have to -- I've too often found myself in a kind of state of mind that doesn't help me at all, and I'm no fan of suffering. I've also been spending far too much time planted on my adorable butt in front of the computer -- just another of way vegging out in front of a telly, though I at least manage a little productivity now and then when seated at the laptop. Not something I can usually say when the tube is on and squawking away.
Got a decent 40 winks last night, after a night or two of fitful sleep. But in its wake, I find myself feeling a little foggy, my teeny brain nowhere near high-functioning mode. Dragged myself out from under the covers, pulled on clothes, stumbled out to a local morning joint for a cup of espresso and something to eat. Then a second espresso. Wandered home only marginally more awake, two jolts of caffeine barely making a dent in my mental mists.
People streamed by on the way to work, mothers brought children to the door of a local school. The bell of a neighborhood church rang a few times. Delivery people passed, pushing handcarts piled high with produce or containers of milk. Sunlight slowly found its way down local streets, morning air found its way in and out of my lungs. Simple elements of daily life -- when I notice them I feel more present, a little more at ease.
Made a fast trip into the center to pick up some groceries I can't usually get here in the barrio. Walked along absorbing a.m. sounds and sights. Returned home via the Metro, remembering the first times I stood on Metro platforms, trains sweeping into stations, people from all over the Spanish-speaking world standing around me waiting to push their way into a car, travel to other parts of the city. Seven years ago next month.
Arrived home, tossed groceries into cabinets, turned on computer, got what passes as a workday underway.
I look at the calendar, I see it's the last day of January. I can't imagine where the weeks have all gone.
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This morning in the city center (far too early):
España, te quiero.
rws 5:38 AM [+]
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