Monday’s sunshine was short-lived. Unfortunately, I didn’t do anything to enjoy it while it was here. That shouldn’t be surprising, since I have a habit of not appreciating what’s I have when I have it. I woke up very warm, with sheets twisted and Chaucer pinning down my legs. The room feels humid. MY BED SHOULD NOT BE MUGGY.
On top of the overall moistness of Western Pensacola, it’s a cloudy day. There’s two clouds on weather graphic. Yesterday, it was just one cloud. This sucks, y’all. I was really hoping to go outside to paint. For what it’s worth, the chances of rain are still pretty low for the day. I have nothing stopping me from smoking a bowl, putting the earbuds in, and spinning poi until I fall down and get devoured by ants. Unfortunately, the lack of sunshine might keep me from the paints.
However, the sky is getting brighter. That’s a good sign.
Yesterday, I moved Mal‘s litterbox out of my bedroom. I had a bad time. I kept putting it off because I’d get upset just thinking about doing it. As empty as it was, the idea of not seeing it there tightened my chest. Seeing the wooden box with his ashes multiple times a day doesn’t for some reason, and OMG WHY THE FUCK AM I LIKE THIS. It’s like… the box with the ashes serves as a reminder that he’s there. Removing the litterbox just highlights the fact he’s not.
Why are you like this? You’re a caring and loving person. You’re good people. Mal had the best human