keeping my distance

How is it possible to feel complete despair on a Sunday when there is no threat of anything unpleasant approaching on Monday? I am getting paid to relax and refuel. And although I know it appears to many that I could be the laziest person . . I need this.

There are pauses amidst study, and even pauses of seeming idleness, in which a process goes on which may be likened to the digestion of food. In those seasons of repose, the powers are gathering their strength for new efforts; as land which lies fallow recovers itself for tillage.
J.W. Alexander

And one thing I can count on. In all of this instability and the insane unpredictability that tends to rule my life . . . I will always hurt my foot. Sounds lame, but it's true. At least this time it's not serious.

Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.
H.D. Thoreau

So, since I hurt my foot and can't run, I've decided to just relax about things. There was an absurd amount of Wendy's eaten on Friday night. And the frozen pizza covered in ketchup tonight (thank you bizarre Spaniards for turning me on to that) was damn good.


I'm lucky. I just need to begin to examine why I am always attracted to disaster.

Costa Rica is coming. There are things I don't want to leave. It's always this way. I never want to leave. I'm already looking forward to coming home. Things will be new here. I need that. I need new surroundings . . the possibility of newness in Chicago when I come home.

This above all I know is true . .

A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
G. Moore

It's 1:27am and I'm out . .