Friday, July 11, 2025

ENSCONCED AWAY FROM IT ALL

Yesterday was mostly inactive. I didn't do a thing which I had planned, most of which needed to be done. Didn't bother leaving the building much except to smoke. Never made it down to Chinatown for milk tea. Instead, I spent the entire day painting. Scenery. Animals. Animals smoking pipes. By mid-evening the fog was rolling in, at least I think it rolled in, but I didn't actually see it doing so.

Foghorns in the distance. There are five located foghorns under the bridge, for the benefit, presumably, of ships from Pacific countries which do not have radar and might, exceptionally, be somewhat badly piloted during dense fog. And could, if an accident were to happen, possibly release 53,000 gallons of fuel oil into the water of the bay.

Not that that would ever happen. Heaven forfend.
2007, if I remember correctly.

So anyway, a fine day.

Pipes, animal painting, food. And repeat.

No wonder I sensed the presence of a ghost cat just before waking today.
It was undoubtedly just a dream. But having been mostly sluglike all of yesterday, my head may not have been sufficiently flushed of toxins, and in want of exercise. A good brisk walk during mid afternoon would have prevented that. No foggy build-up in the brain.

Physical activity is necessary to keep all body systems functioning correctly. Just vegetating at home can lead to mental and chemical inbalances, just look at your cousin Jedd who lives in his mom's basement and spends all day playing video games.
No wonder he believes rightwing conpsiracy theories.
He's completely paranoid by now.



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ENSCONCED AWAY FROM IT ALL

Yesterday was mostly inactive. I didn't do a thing which I had planned, most of which needed to be done. Didn't bother leaving the b...