We're dosing our hands with alcohol sanitizer. I try to stay normal by not doing it and knowing I got 2 shots, but than I revert back to routine on outings a little further out lol. Still wear a mask though I'm sure at some places I can get away without it. It's strange, this obstacle. A realization that disease is a tug of war that calls against free will if life is to be extinguished. Do we go somewhere after this that we continue with life. This is probably not the final level. I usually feel too simmed in, but I let go and take the day as it comes. I'm a regular pothead so sometimes some friendly and stranger faces bother me and I get out of my head, but usually it's just a riddling before they're gone, getting to some wise points, and only after realizing what the aspect of the conversation was. It's like the rev of the machine is trying to normalize the world into some cumbersome repertoire where we're devoid of emotion and cause, and moments and fun are hard to come by in the totality of it all. There's always something to do, even if it seems we're doing nothing, because this normal is only what we're programmed to do. If there's no program for it, are we really doing nothing than? I dunno, I've been up all night but slept a good deal in the day. Maybe after today I'll be back up to regular sleep, cycling about in a more normal fashion. And probably making more sense. No contest finding for me today either, I'll prob be back at it tomorrow
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