|Photo by Egor Myznik|
Yes, I usually get eight and a half hours sleep no matter what, but the sun was so bright and inviting and my dream was so annoying: driving a helicopter looking for home, trying to compute my destination into its GPS and failing again and again.
I just woke up after six hours and called it morning.
I read my twitter first thing, even though I should have meditated or something, but I don’t feel too guilty. I mean, what the hell? My life, my rules.
Reading Hamnet and a book on writing and publishing, ordered Stephen King’s Later and Keisha Bush’s No Heaven for Good Boys, but they got delayed by Amazon. So I wait.
Wish management treated the Amazon workers better, but its the cheapest place I can get books. A quandary I often run into, like factory farming or fruit from unfairly treated migrant workers.
The best I can say is I cut out plastic cups for home use. I’m donating money to an organization that cleans up a ton of plastic from the ocean for every twenty dollars. My plastic cups gave them another ton of garbage to clean up, thus erasing any impact.
I don’t know if that’s enough for Anubis when he weighs my heart and feather, but it will have to do.
As the monster devours me, at least I helped the sea.