I really need to get into the habit of writing these missives first thing in the morning instead of coming in screaming under the wire at 10:38 a.m. *grimaces*
Part of the issue today is a very strong wave of fatigue that snuck up on me yesterday evening. It slammed into me right after I got off work and it hit so hard I went to bed at seven. Literally. Seven P.M. in the evening. Like a little old lady, I just fell out as soon as I ate dinner, wtf. I am reliably told this is probably due to the second pfizer shot I got on Monday afternoon, but whatever the cause, it has continued into today. After I walked the dog I was too tired to make tea or coffee and instead went and cuddled with Keely on our bed for nearly an hour.
Worse, it was bitterly cold (okay, it was 50°F, but it’s in Florida, give me a break!!!!) so there was very little motivation to get up again. I barely made the bus.
As such, I do not remember our walk very well. It was dark? And early? And, um, chilly? Something something, we walked, the park was mostly empty. Oh! Becky is back to carrying her lead pipe due to being scared of the fox. I tried to assuage her fears, “it’s more scared of you than you are of it” etc. etc. but I doubt I got through. Honestly. Scared of an urban fox? I do not understand, but then, phobias are not always logical. Personally I find the damn Canada Geese 1000% scarier than the tiny, skittsh fox we have seen around and I hope that fox eats ALL their eggs. All of them. #NoMercy
This photo is from earlier this week, taken during an evening walk. It captures a new crosswalk being installed in front of my old haunt, Waterworks (it is NOT the pink building, it is the low-slung building hiding behind all the palmettos).
(I have not been to Waterworks proper in over a year and a half, which is shocking, it used to be a weekly standard for me. Kitschy and homey little tiki bar, I miss you!)
Anyway, I love challenging the sense of permanence of the urban environment. It, like natural landscapes, is always in a state of change but we don’t think of it that way. In another year or two, most people won’t consciously remember that the crosswalk didn’t always used to be there. They don’t remember what business used to be in the RedWire building. Change creeps in and alters the whole incrementally yet thoroughly.