ok, i guess, i get kind of arrested inside, seized up. gotta do the exercise, get located. some kind of paradise, it's overdue, gotta get it back. started braiding sweetgrass, it locates one, but there's no sweetgrass here, there's mounds of trash with industrial bi-products and dirt with whatever can grow on it. the book will suffice i suppose. have to do some things in my head i can't do outside.