So I’m getting used to live without emotional excitment and turmoil.
My parents and bro are on holiday, so we go out together for summer shopping, eat out, and bathe in a small dismantable pool in our garden we bought a couple days ago.
I haven’t be able to reach my ill friend because she’s been busy which seems to be a good sign (she must feel good enough to do so much stuff). I sent her some snail mail.
I also found an older book from a well-known French feminist punk writer at the library and the reading is pleasant.
I cling to the little things. And it’s going ok.
PS: I’m slowly coming back to drawing and watercolour painting