Racing but stationary. I’ve got no energy to physically move, but mentally, I’m 17 places at once. Hearing and thinking of every sight and sound within range. Can’t stop to focus on the tasks at hand. At least there is this attempt. Maybe this mental focus on a small facet of my day can get me through the night. I haven’t been sleeping well lately, eating right or resting as much as I should. But I’m surviving. There is some merit to that I’d hope.

The bills are paid, the dog is snuggled up, and there is food to eat. Survival in modern times. But every step forward seems like only enough for the day. But we will get there. Sadly, there is no “tuning out” without feeling like I’m not doing enough. I’m here, in my own little world, writing my thoughts out finally. That is a thing, a much needed one.

Thanks for reading my small attempt at mental cleansing. There’s not much to say for the day, and the 17 places are calling. I want to shut them off. Maybe I’ll fight them who knows. Squirrels can be viscous, right? Nah, I’m not gonna attack them. Maybe they’ll be friendly for a while and let me sleep.

-LostAcorns