Just before 6 p.m. I get out of bed.
Breakfast: Cinnamon Roll Toast. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E.
Business.
Packing and organizing for my trip to Florida.
Stretching. Crunches.
Watching The Proposition [2005].
'When?' said the moon to the stars in the sky
'Soon' said the wind that followed them all
'Who?' said the cloud that started to cry
'Me' said the rider as dry as a bone
'How?' said the sun that melted the ground
and 'Why?' said the river that refused to run
and 'Where?' said the thunder without a sound
'Here' said the rider and took up his gun
'No' said the stars to the moon in the sky
'No' said the trees that started to moan
'No' said the dust that blunted its eyes
'Yes' said the rider as white as a bone
'No' said the moon that rose from his sleep
'No' said the cry of the dying sun
'No' said the planet as it started to weep
'Yes' said the rider and laid down his gun
--“The Rider” by Nick Cave
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
I go over to Margot’s house.
She gives me a stocking full of little gifts—everything is wrapped even though it’s in the stocking. “You’re just like my mom. She would wrap everything she can.”
Drinking Coffee with Honey and Milk.
Making Christmas Cookies together.
She got me a copy of Inception [2010] too. Watching that together.
Eating her leftover Spaghetti.
Just good old fashion tenderness.
Back home. More organizing and packing.
Eating a bowl of Cherrios mixed with Cinnamon Bunches.
Playing guitar.
Sleep 8:20 a.m.
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