Letters to a friend

These words come from an awkward perch. If not for my robot devices to help this email might be unintelligible.

The first thing I want to be honest about is the fact that I said there was no way you’d find me in a grocery store after the 20th. I’m pretty sure I’m going to the  grocery store tomorrow, so that sucks.

**My list**

Garlic

Milk

Mushrooms…?

Celery

The weekend was weird. Good, but weird. Saturday I worked too much. Sunday I was up, then down, then really down, but sensing a good bottom. I crashed early, today was better, still off, but not bad. I worked out, I ate a flavorful and balanced meal. Work was productive.I got a little fuck off time in.

I could have done more.

I’m uncomfortable with time off.

I’ve been overwhelmed for awhile now. There are so many areas and interests that need my efforts and attention. To take time off just means I have to double efforts in proportion to the time I take off. By the time you’re off it’s more like hospice than vacay.

So… I’m trying to head that off and keep things positive.