Friday was a good day.

Woke up, showered, brushed my teeth, printed out 160 pages from my work packet. Despite the volume of stuff, the jobs were relatively easy and two were put to bed before I entered the county. Lemme say there's a certain je ne sais quois about being dry while leaving the house.

In-county there wasn't much for me to do besides from acquiring five instruments and running an owner from 1974 to 1985. Afterwards I cracked open If Cats Disappeared From The World by Genki Kawamura. It's a very small novel concerning a man who is dying but the devil makes him an offer: Give up one thing in the world and you can live another day. From the introduction the protagonist lives for a week, I don't know if that's a spoiler or not since it's in the introduction, and I finished reading the Tuesday chapter. Since the book seems so short I don't want to power through it and not enjoy the novel.

Afterwards I went to my primary care doctor's office, my blood pressure has returned to normal clocking in at 122/88 then 118/80 whereupon the doctor said I was the healthiest person he saw all day.

My next stop was dinner with my soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law at Klee's. We had a lovely conversation on many topics ranging from Alex Jones getting fucked over by his lawyer after his lawyer sent a full copy of Jones's cell phone to the prosecution in the Sandy Hook case to Democrats needing to utilize younger people than pensioners like Biden and Pelosi to enact meaningful change in Washington D.C. to my foibles over the past month. My soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law let me know she's going to Europe in a week or so and how my biological mother apparently doesn't look so good healthwise.

Before heading home I stopped by to drop off tupperware with Leah from the last time she gave me a care package. I didn't want to stay long to preserve my sanity and avoid another emotional spiral.

At home I talked with one of the other guys in the house, he coaches soccer and works for FedEx, who gave me advice on healing up my knee and ensuring the healing lasts a long time. In short it all boils down to losing weight.

I texted my friend in Matawan that I pulled The Hermit IX. I didn't tell Matawan why I pulled the card but the response was interesting.
Nice. Look within. Be introspective. I'm sensing to tell you to let go of a feeling of exile. You're not in exile. You're meant to fall in love with yourself.

The question I was meditating upon was about my potential attendence of a party in Camden County in a few weeks. I texted my friend in LBI if they would accompany me but they didn't respond. Kinda thinking LBI is ghosting me but I'm not gonna push the issue because it's not worth it. My interpretation of The Hermit was that I should go by myself and not try to use others as a crutch.

A little after I texted Matawan, they said they were thinking of going to Ocean Grove beach on Sunday morning and wanted me to accompany them. Of course I'd love to see them, but I'm not gonna hang my hat since I know and embrace their nature. Plus it's their birthday too. Gotta buy a birthday card tomorrow.

Finally I wrote up Sunday's contributions on Friday night while watching the adaptation of Stephen King's 11.22.63. It's alright and the participation of J.J. Abrams isn't ruining the show. In fact the plot is proceeding briskly unlike the book, which I found to be plodding, but I stopped watching when I realized Netflix began streaming The Sandman. Honestly I'm more interested in The Sandman than anything concerning the boomer trash fixation on the JFK assassination.

On Saturday morning I'm going to write up Saturday's contributions and, depending on the weather and other vagaries, do a gram and change of magic mushrooms in hopes of doing a soft reset of my brain. Potentially acquiring a new perspective on life.

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