Inside and out, it seems. Talked about Skylar Ramirez Worst Ship in the Fleet, and the usual Fallout blather.

Talked way too much about Fallout 4, a bit about Sarah Painter’s series, and some about the grasses and birds.

After a few days of dancing to the music others have been playing, I’m back to digging around in my own music box. Terrible metaphor, although music has been a background theme for my brain over the last few days while I sat in hospital waiting rooms and dental offices.

This morning was a recap of all the stuff.

My penance for sleeping in until after 5. It gets to be too close to 7 (or later) before I make it out for the walk.

I waited too long but figured the cloud cover would give me enough time to make the loop.

I was wrong but I made it home safely.

Not much to talk about today. My legs are really tired and my hips might not lie, but they complain a lot this morning.

It’s on my mind this morning because I have bread in the pans ready to bake. The oven is heating up as I type this. Talked Fallout 4 and bread. Still reading Sarah Painter.

Lots of navel gazing about Why? this morning. Why am I doing anything?

The morning readings come from 365 Tao. Today’s reading for day 192

Waxed philosophical this morning about feeling awake vs lost in the fog and how we’re all NPC’s in somebody’s life.

Much chillier than I had expected but it felt pretty good. Talked about the last couple days – bread, pens, books. A lot about bread. More about Fallout 4 and the current play through.