I suppose my day started like any other, jolted awake by the sound of thunder. I don’t understand why we have thunder and lightning, can’t we say the sound of lightning. We’ve gotten so much rain this year, I don’t know how to feel about it. I love the rain, but it’s like partying in my 20’s, too much of a good thing can be exhausting. All days have sort of blurred together for awhile now, part of that I’d blame on not writing in my daily planner. I keep track of what I’m doing during the day, but hadn’t had the motivation to do it lately. I also haven’t felt like I’ve done anything since the night before we were supposed to go on vacation. That was 10 days ago I think. My hopes have been high with my land idea, but I need to be aware that at times I’ve been mentally unstable. I was supposed to have a therapy appointment on the 20th that was cancelled because of the virus. I don’t think there’s anything I need to be worrying about, but I want to keep an eye on myself when I’m falling out of routine. I have been running and trying to keep that regular. Exercise is good, I have to remember to do my back stretches daily.
Today I worked on the sketch for a toilet. The first thing I’d have to do on a fresh plot is make room for a fresh plot. I drew up the plan and then realized I forgot to account for the thickness of the exterior, so tomorrow I will redraw it. Going through the process is good though and I think the best thing for me would be to draw out everything my mind can come up with. I suppose that will be my distraction, with the benefit of acting as instructions when the time comes.
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