Sunny side up with a side serving of brazen tundra wind.
Slowly easing back into the routine that was, that will be.
It feels like trespassing into something long forgotten.
Small breakfast, workout, work, food, work and so it goes.
The fridge is largely empty which means it needs a veggie refill, and that can only happen when and if I venture out.
That might have to happen.
When is the real question.
Work to add to more work.
Do I like this? Not a bit, but in each life some rain must fall, and small activities like these feel like a heavy downpour resulting in floods.
Oh bother.
Sometimes I wish I'd the power to manage mental images of vegetables and things I need and they materialize into my fridge.
The whole process of donning proper clothes and shoes just for a vegetable run makes me want to stick my head in sand.
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