It has been pointed out that I tried to make yesterday Tuesday again, which I feel reflects this week overall, dragging on and on. Ai ai ai.
I overslept a little bit this morning — I have taken to wearing a night mask, and now feel very upset that this magical concept has been kept secret from me my whole life, because my sleep has improved SO much it is ridiculous.
The downside is that waking up to alarms is antithetical to my night mask lifestyle.
But, we were out a little after six a.m. anyway, thanks to my dog’s herding instincts. More bug spray, as the storms brought in the damp and upped the mosquito count (we’re due more storms today and tomorrow, I think? Not that they will lower the temp at all, hello and welcome, dog days of summer aka July/August).
For some reason, there were very few homeless people around the Lake Ella pond this morning. Were they rounded up? Or did some of them find better places to stay out of sight? I always wonder. The homeless are very ethereal, for all that they must be hardy and strong to survive at all.
Listening to the book “Civilized to Death” on my walks, which is both edifying and depressing. The basic gist is that our hunter/gatherer ancestors were, overall, happy and fulfilled and well fed in their small communal bands, and that the agricultural revolution has been a disaster for our health, happiness, and well-being.
That’s all well and good as a theory (fairly well supported by evidence, to be sure) but trying to look at it from my own life’s perspective, it doesn’t leave me anywhere. Whatever the cause, I’m a loner, and prefer my dog to most people I meet.
I don’t think that’s a tragedy. I enjoy these walks and I’m happy being alone. It does bring the whole idea up of “who would I be in other circumstances?” which we all consider, sometimes, but for once I was wondering what it would have taken for life to be better.
A lot. It would have taken a lot of everything.