L'aura del Campo

2019年5月18日: Every-day-blog

Something I do every day?

It's the toss and turn, the stretch of legs, the unexpected pain, the itch.
If light would only let me sleep and keep me awake by day.
I try to ignore it all. Yet brain-cells won't switch off.
I notice the time. Go back to sleep. Unless it's Friday.
I wander into the shower 'most every day. Or twice in Costa Rica.
I wash out soiled underwear, hang it up to dry.
Put on clean ones. Put on clothes. Sometimes wait until I'm dry.
I boil the coffee. Wait. So tempted to lie down once more.
But water must be watched. The coffee must be brewed.
I must be conscious when I pour it. I dare not burn myself again.

After a pot I might wake up.

Everyday: I wash. I rinse. Repeat.

I travel to break this repetition, this rhythm of dying every day.

Writing about a boring part of life isn't as easy as it sounds.

Truth?

1. I wake up; I get up (sometimes two hours later).
2. Wash out my underwear. Dry it. throw it n the pile. I don't boil it any more though.
3. Eat. More at home than when I travel.
4. Use the toilet (no I'm not going to write about that, but some people don't every day).
5. Write... with few exceptions.

What I don't do every day:

1. Go to sleep and sleep well.
2. Get exercise. I swear I'm allergic.
3. Get upset...often, but not every day.
4. Take photos when I'm at home; yet, almost every day when I travel.
5. Withdraw into myself. Just most everyday this past week. And maybe next.

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