2020-07-03 | Journal | Blank as a Fart
I've only worked four days this week, but after work, yesterday, I felt completely empty. I talked with Sean a bit and then stared off into the yard. After awhile I moved inside and sat in the den in the dark for an hour, while Sean put up some garlic and organized the random collection of resealable plastic containers that are taking over the corner cabinet.
This is happening quite a few times, lately. Work just destroys what words and ideas I have that are normally just bubbling and trying to come out. Here I am, though, after a night of good sleep, writing away... but I can still feel the shift, the slide into blank. And that is OK. I don't know if the normal storm is a curse or surfing, but I am beginning to like the silence more and more.sky_park