minutia

I woke this morning to the sounds of soft rain and the feel of cool air on my skin. Even the cats were quieter in this cotton wool moment, wanting to be lazily scratched and petted more than food.

I did some cursory order making in the house, making our kitchen less a place to be avoided than a place of food and preparation and potential. I began the laundry and even took a walk between waves of showers. The Rolling Stones' 'I Got the Blues' started off a theme, and I had the time to myself and my blues/bittersweet tinged music for the duration.

I came inside, and really cried for the first time in years. I don't know why, or what it was about. It lasted about thirty seconds, but it's more than I've been able to do in a long time. I meditated for about twenty minutes after that, which made me a natural kitty magnet.

Now it's more rain and downtempo from the internet. I ate lunch and realized I hadn't eaten any meat for two or more days, and that feels strangely good. Not a moral thing, but just a thing. I think I've also barely spoken today. That, too, seems good.