I can not motivate myself to do anything lately. I don't need to. I sleep in, take naps, lie around, do a chore here and there, work four hours a day. Everything is being taken care of, my bases are covered.

I feel like a lazy slob. I really do. But then at the same time, I'm doing enough, my bills (for now) are paid - and that's more than I could say when I lived in the city.

It's the calm before the storm you know, I am gathering up all the lazy summer days and afternoon naps and trying to store them somehow, perhaps in my thighs or the arches of my feet, so I can pull them out later and say: remember, you had comfort.

today I read
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