Changed clothes, feel real now, like a human, not some covid quarantining recluse.  Looking at each shirt in the closet, each article piled sloppily in the basket, a story to each.  Been buying clothes more lately, not to be fashionable or anything like that, but just to feel… I don’t know, new.  Or young maybe.  Shaking my tired head, realizing that me and this aging topic have some dealings to do.

11:21, friend tells me now he wants to push to 12:15.  Going to leave here early I think, go by Bottle Barn and get some wines.  There’s music in wine, I’m seeing more and more