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