I’ve been writing every day despite not having anything significant to share. I’m not sure why I feel compelled to share the most mundane happenings (and that’s probably all they’ll be for a while) as opposed to keeping them to myself. Perhaps it makes me feel a bit less isolated. And it’s odd being lonely considering I’m back with my family again and interact with them happily and often. But here I go, like usual.
I completed clearing off my bed. And that’s really all I did, I haven’t sorted through the items that were there besides the books. Everything else has just been placed elsewhere in the room. We’re breaking down the bed down today (Thursday) to make way for my Los Angeles bed. I’ve had this thing practically since we moved into this house. I suppose this would be the moment where I expound upon the history and look forward to the catharsis of disposing of it but… nah. There’s a lot of history in this bed but I’m pretty detached from everything that’s happened here. It’s more the room itself that holds a presence over me. I’m grateful I had it but it’s no longer comfortable and it’s frankly a bit worn out. I will own the fact I like the idea of my new bed providing a clean slate. It’s much lower to the floor, there’s no frame, and the mattress is a lot nicer and supportive. Thank you for your service, old bed.
See? I’m talking about throwing out a bed. Ha.
But one last note about this. I was going to return downstairs to the couch to sleep but I’ll stay and sleep in this bed one last time. I’m comfortable now that it’s finally uncluttered and the first night back is usually the best. It’s been hot in Jersey so the single sheet that’s left here seems fine. I’m in bed typing this with the sheet on top of me and it feels sufficient. My hip is stretching nicely which hasn’t been possible on the couch. I have an All Day IPA sitting half-finished next to me that I’ll probably save for tomorrow because my stomach is too empty and I’m too tired to finish it. Didn’t eat that well today for whatever reason so I’m not sure why grabbing a beer seemed like a good idea to me. I have a strong desire for some kind of pasta and potato chips.
Oh, and me not using the paint in thin layers first is a habit I’ll have to break. Too thick too quick.
I’m passing out as I type which I think is a good sign so I’ll take the opportunity and drift off.