Had coffee with Gock and Dip on Skype. On Gock's advice, “It won't cure it, but it will make it a little bit better.” went out to walk. I had said I felt blah, not wanting to say 'severely depressed' aloud. Headed for local store/grocery/market. Total 40 minutes round trip including shopping time. Gonna have to go further next time. There is a whole string of fast food joints along the highway nearby, so I'll have something to look at.
Space all around. Fallow farm fields on all sides. Definite farm country. Rural with a vengeance. Partly sunny, big puffy white clouds intermittent. Warm, near 70 F.
Passed on road, 2 young girls walking—teenish. Waved. Them too.
Passed 6 trucks, 5 cars, 1 Willy Nelson lookalike on a Harley and a small boat on the lake with two fisher people in it. I flung up a hand to each and each waved back (reched out and wove back at me.)
Chatted to women in store. They chatted back. Butcher, also teenish, when I asked for ham sliced said, “You want cooked ham? It's the cheapest.” That's what I took, but next time I'll go up a notch. It's kinda not so good.
I don't know that it made it better, but I am here writing for my blog. My plan is too create another blog, public version, on which I can write stuff I don't need to keep private.
I'm writing, but not inspired, just
dutiful. I say keep on going, it will improve with action.
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