Lockdown: The absence of presence

My Saturdays seem to be falling into something of a pattern. Which I guess is appropriate since all my days seem to be falling into patterns. I didn’t drop off to sleep until past 6:30 in the morning and for some reason I woke up at 8:00, tired but wide awake. So I got up and had a bowl of raisin bran for breakfast. Read the news and did the NYT crossword (13:46 for a Saturday puzzle, and a totally clean solve).

I went back to bed for a few hours, got up and puttered around, went back to bed some more, and got up for lunch. Leftover angel hair. Watched the news. Did a few of the daily chores. Went back to bed.

I got out of bed around 9:30 in the evening and read more of the news. I re-watched episodes 5 and 6 of Casual, then read chapter 2 of No Filter. Around midnight I had dinner, the rest of the angel hair leftovers. Listened to some podcasts.

Oh, somewhere in there I spun the new Kansas album, The Absence of Presence, a few spins. It’s good. The best thing I can say is that it sounds like a Kansas album, which isn’t true of all their work. This sounds like the late-70s band even without Kerry Livgren. A good candidate for my end-of-2020 top ten list.

I texted briefly with Crush Girl and that was it. She apologized because she was going to tell me when I could meet her to give her something, and she forgot. Kind of a bummer, but I’m glad she got back to me. We’ll try to connect before the weekend is up, which frankly may be really good for me even though it’s ostensibly so I can give her something.

I didn’t go for a walk, and if you’re thinking my not walking lately is contributing to my downer mood, I’m sure you’re totally right. Just need to get it together. It’s weird because I’ve often sacrificed the walk in favor of sleep, but sleep’s been terrible lately anyway.

Sunday will be better.

Time for bed. If you need some connection, I encourage you to leave a note here. I’ll give you my contact info for texting or IMing or DMing. I’m lucky to have good friends who are keeping me somewhat tethered. If you need something like it, here I am.

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