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today i am having a mental health day. i don’t think i have had one since my poet moved in i don’t think i have been home alone for a few hours since my poet moved in! oh!
but i have felt tired and cranky since returning from texas, so i need this. i will do some errands and spend most of the day at the artTable. i have new things in my head and it would be good to use a block of time and get started on them. then picking up after work is easier. it is so hard to *start* after work.
last evening i came home and did the strangest thing. i got my shovel and went into the backyard and started digging. it seems i am making a garden this year. it is frightening, because in the past, every time i make a garden, i end up moving. i still have a year on my lease. and maybe i will stay here until my allotted time at the office is finished. three or so more years. i rather dread moving, even though my cottage is too expensive, i love it. we are comfortable here. if this house were *mine* i would probably settle down. but i want my own arugula and basil and tomatoes. so i dig. and zinnias. that will keep me motivated.
it is rainy this morning, so that should keep me out of the yard and at the artTable, right?
i am still feeling a little disconnected, so writing feels awkward. it seems i think in pictures mostly and have not practiced with words, so must have become flabby. i sit here and pick a fingernail, so it must be time for more coffee. onward.