Almost 10pm.
A little sick—my resting heart rate up to 59,
both today and yesterday,
from 56, and before that 53.
101-degree fever last night, what the fuck?
A little sick—my resting heart rate up to 59,
both today and yesterday,
from 56, and before that 53.
101-degree fever last night, what the fuck?
So never left the house,
but still got 10,000 steps, because
I worked on cleaning the basement—
years of accumulated-mess-cleanup deferred.
Ruthless this time!
but still got 10,000 steps, because
I worked on cleaning the basement—
years of accumulated-mess-cleanup deferred.
Ruthless this time!
Are we really going to keep decades of paint cans,
occupying two five-foot shelves,
even if they are still sloshy? No!
I’ll schlep 'em to the garage tomorrow.
And all the mailing boxes and painting tarps
we collect—need to part occupying two five-foot shelves,
even if they are still sloshy? No!
I’ll schlep 'em to the garage tomorrow.
And all the mailing boxes and painting tarps
with at least 2/3 of ‘em! Corresponding
all day long meanwhile about music. Trying
to play mandolin along
with a bunch of banjo songs.
