Ruminating

Furniture is leaving the apartment. Along with a rug. The hardwood floors have reemerged. The rooms feel more spare... like the echoes and shadows have been given sway. Falling asleep at night is strangely difficult... it's tempting to assist the process with two fingers of Scotch. I try to read instead. Reading puts me to sleep like nobody's business.

I need to start a list and scan Craig's List for replacement apartment filler. And consider which art will graduate from storage onto the walls. And which plants will come back home from my office window. And what music should be in heavy rotation.

I need to remember to eat. Saturday I only realized I was starving after I started getting stomach pains about 4 o'clock. I need to remember to turn on the heat. And feed Loupe. And water plants.

Meticulous list-making and scheduling activities for all my countless hours seem like good ideas. Focusing on art projects and self-improvement. Go running. Play sports. Make music. Finish my movie short. Reclaim ownership of my apartment. Refurnish. Get my LICSW credential. Check in with friends and loved ones. Update my blog.