slow down for mister. go easy there for mister. hey, for your own sake too. slow pleas.
cold fog all day today. i'm having a cat nap with the cats but not as good as. they know how to do it. they don't have pandemic on their minds. it's not that i'm thinking about the pandemic all the time but it's there all the time, like fog, even when it's sunny. it's not age i think or the pandemic that makes me so tired. it's everything, it's nothing, it might as well be, idle know what it is with me. used to be i'd hit an invisible wall and crack a beer and another and either get a boost or have a snooze. now my brain bolts up as soon as i nod, and that's the nap, a nod and a jerk. still it's a comfort to have the napping cats besides me. now i'm soul hungry i don't want to wake the cats, soon as i move they'll be hungry too. it's hunger that keeps us going as much as anything we might aspire to.