Porthole

Ridvan begins

36 degrees and cooling. Going on 11 p.m. I have no will nor energy. How to find it.

It's Ridvan, celebrated by Baha'is all over the world.

29 and frigid at 1:22 a.m.

I'm too tired to work and too worked up to ...

Took a bath then swept and mopped a bit. It's 3:30 a.m. and I must go to bed.

41 degrees at 11 a.m.

Woke up fairly early but went back to bed. I've had enough sleep now and need to find the energy to unclutter and clean.

I have some catch-up on writing to do but that has to be kept to a minimum.

48 degrees at 3 p.m.

Sat in the sun with friends. Shared with Kathi some of what I'm dealing with. It helps to not keep it in. I'm overwhelmed and trying to find a way through.

She gave me a lunch: taco salad with beans, snickerdoodle. All gone.

Wrote "Over the phone—a postcard [50.gz]" 

50 and about as warm as it'll get. It's 5:35.

Tackling my problems = unearthing other problems. Very little progress. May be time to tackle the plants and the table. Anything, every little thing helps even when it doesn't feel like I'm getting anywhere.

48 degrees at 8 till 8.

I had a chicken sandwich. Because of my water situation I'm trying to not make a mess.

I worked a bit on the plants. I'm consolidating for now. The ones on the kitchen table needed to be moved. I can move the books onto it and clean another counter. Eventually things need to be moved out or tossed. When Trav and I have tea on Thursday more of the books will need to have been boxed.

Slowly.

In the news: I am okay with the Chauvin verdict. Police shouldn't be violent. IMO, they should have tasers instead of guns and know how to difuse situations. If not... they shouldn't be cops.

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