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Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/1006283-The-13th--of-depression
Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #1311011
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#1006283 added March 13, 2021 at 11:25pm
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The 13th ... of depression
26 degrees at 2:26 a.m. I oughtta be asleep. 30dbc prompt triggered me and earlier I was distracted by youtube. I suspect someone was stumbly drunk around 1 a.m. but who knows. It's such a quiet building that any noise unnerves me.

New Moon. I should be enjoying the dark but the city has too many idiot lights.

29 degrees at 8:27. Sun came up but I may lie down again. Depressed. A sip of coffee.

Lay back down. Now 44 at noon finishing my coffee after frying up thin-skinned yellow taters I boiled last evening.

It's a beautiful day and should warm up over 50.

The WDC newsfeed mentions discounts on upgrades but I'm best at the level I'm at.

52 degrees at 2:52. *Smile* 30 minute goal: write then take a walk taking notes I can use for ... something. *Bigsmile*

I make some progress on my JI entries. I have smoothed out the format that all 8 will follow. They are hidden in my tlog but will be revealed sometime Monday. I'll need to edit of course. I want to eventually use them in some way to make trinkets. The photos and exact caption need not be fussed over at this point for JI.

I need to enter a free form poem. I'll check my plog for that as one of the poem I wrote for Express in 8 may suffice. I'll hopefully choose the best but even not placing is better than not entering.

55 degrees at 5:00.

I bought a rosemary focaccia. I consider one loaf to be one portion, best inhaled from one end to the other. They aren't as good stale.

I walked a bit, sat and ate. Wrote:

The entire rosemary focaccia, one portion in an oily paper bag. My weekly required sodium exceeded, smile on my face. The sunshine agrees as it melts the ice that does not hide in shadows. The shadows know their days are numbered, this week before the equinox. Footpints impressed in the water-clogged track wait for runners to erase them once the frost leaves the depths and the surface dries out. Soon, the shadows whispered; the snowdrifts answered, hush.

39 degrees and dropping at 9:19. The time 'springs forward' tonight. The sun and moon don't care so why should I? In so many ways it doesn't affect me. I have no schedule. I have one thing due on the 14th but I have a back-up, so that doesn't matter either.
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