My doctor is in the ugly building. It’s about 2.75 miles away from The Asylum. I walk there but frequently bus it back part of the way home. I always stop on this corner and ask myself: “If I am healthy enough to walk here why am I here?”
The doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with me. She will try again in October.
I have a bunch of unfinished projects. This is not good. They aren’t going to finish themselves. But, the bigger question is: Do I need to finish them? Mostly, I think that I have been mentally disorganized for the past 6 months or so. I hope this is just mental laziness and not catastrophic mental decline.
This would be me. I am not amused by the weekly menu.