Tuesday. A not terrible day. I took some Ibuprofen in the morning - I'm not supposed to take Ibuprofen - but it did make the day go better. The evening found me antsy and I made a run to Safeway to buy cheese, crackers and sake. I've consumed the sake. The cheese is gone, there's still some crackers left in the box. Not something I should do as often as I have these last few months, what with whatever they've got in them, but life is full of pitfalls and perils.
Thursday. Still in a bubble.
Pisces (February 18 - March 19): It's time to get your house in order. Literally. Expect to be busy over the next four weeks with long overdue home improvements or upkeep.
Too true. The apartment needs attention. The apartment always needs attention. “Clean apartment, clear head”. Something like that. It says it needs to happen over the next four weeks. I can live with that. No need to proceed this weekend. The San Francisco Carnaval Parade is tomorrow and I'll photograph it, but otherwise I have nothing planned. Planning has been a joke around here anyway. I've been hiding. I don't say I've been hiding, but I've been hiding. The aching head feels weird, yes, but the effect is more psychological than physical, more disorienting than painful.
Which brings me back to the bubble. It's sometimes dizzy in the bubble, it can be paranoid in the bubble when you notice, as you futz along in your own little inside the bubble involvements, there's a world outside running on its own set of assumptions. Being snapped out of your self absorbed reverie by the real world can have its surprising and frightening moments. So we'll divert ourself by thinking about cleaning the apartment. A small step, but a step, and once I've started “thinking about” it, maybe I'll “do something” about it although I doubt it, knowing my habits.