I was going to leave the house today, go to one of our woefully inadequate art museums to see a new exhibit I’ve been waiting on. I was ready, dressed up like a normal human being, waiting for it to get closer to opening time. I started feeling horrible, like I wanted to go back to bed, go to sleep, and start all over. Every fiber of my body fighting the urge to stay awake and “healthy”. My head hurt, my muscles were tired, I was ugly. I decided not to leave the house. So, I did more searching, ate some junk, and now I’ll continue my soccer watching. I’ve not watched anything else lately…
I’ll try again tomorrow to venture to the art exhibit, stroll the grounds, take photos, be alone.
Then, I’ll start all over again, without the art.