Yesterday was hard going, and I’m sleepy and drained today, but everything’s finally loosening up and I’m stretching and breathing and feeling better. Slipping back into Full Hermit mode, off the feeds and returning to what is, for me, my normal quiet life. I’ve got everything I need right here.
Went for a walk through local streets less deserted than you might think: a smiling workman spraying water across the debris of last week’s roadworks, people buying wine at the corner shop, little kids on their bikes with careful parents. It’s quiet, but not eerie. It reminds me a little of how days after Xmas used to be, before the shops stayed open 24/7 and you had to buy food and supplies for several days at home.
Switched off now, and it feels good. Writing focus has come back, and I’m making new things. I have the people I talk to every day, and the music, and the calm, and my work. Everything else is cut off. Away I go into the mists. With the wine delivery that just arrived. I hope you can find your own place in the mists too.