Another Friday and another week have come and gone. Despite being unemployed for 14 months, I still have the Monday-Friday office work sense of time with weekdays as one vibe and weekends having a special time-off mood. Except all my days are time-off days now. Every day is essentially a weekend day.
Today was another of the new ordinary every day is a weekend
day days. I had a plan to take the free commuter train to Boston. When I had made
no effort to leave the house to be on the 11:25 train, there was still the 1:25. When I was still
at home doing nothing at 1:15, there was still the 3:25 train, but that was
just pushing everything too late.
So, like most of the Fridays all summer long, I hung around
the house, ate every few hours, and read a book (Rage by John Kellerman).
There is always next Friday, but that is the final Friday of the free commuter
train program, so if I blow it again then, I will have missed out.
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| Lawn offering. |
Somewhere in a box in the
house are several turkey feathers from the yard in Tennessee. There was never a
plan for them, they just live in a box with the art supplies.

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