Get up. Paint a picture. Eat an egg. Write a story. Wash my feet. Chase the cat through the neighbor’s garden. Wash my feet again. Watch the ants traipse through the house in a winding path down the stairs, into the kitchen and up the doorframe out the front. I was delighted at watching them in the stairs… down- over-down-over-down. Something amusing about it beyond the initial frustration that they are there at all.
Take a nap. Paint another picture, not nearly as good. Walk to the store for butter and buy three things, forgetting the butter completely. Listen to music and have a friend try to teach you how to dance. Contemplate going out. Examine the ring your glass leaves on the table. Hold hands. Find a shoulder to rest your head on and call it a day.
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