Really, what to see.

My dog likes to sleep with her head on my hip. I like to sleep when someone is asking me pointed questions. Somehow I feel most like sleeping when I am completely sure I won’t be able to (like in therapy or driving).

I am trying purposefully to eat enough and I can manage that if it is mostly composed of frozen yogurt and chocolate. By the end of every day though I feel like I wish I had eaten nothing at all, as though food sullies me and I think wistfully back to times when I was not shackled to such a chore and felt purified.

Someone in kindness told me I was stunning today. I scoffed inwardly. Maybe because I am 1000 years old right now and old is ugly.

I am not the man I used to be.