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I take Elmarie and Mother to Chongwa, the Chinese shop where I buy many things I use in my art projects. Elmarie is looking for stuff for her arts driven pre-school concert. Elmarie is the principal there.
2015 is coming to a close very soon, and it has been interesting so far. The time I've had to think lately had my mind wandering to some strange places.
The rains have stopped by feelings of blah have not. The sun is shining in through my window and hopefully my plants will dry out, but my mood is not improving.
I discovered that I can go more than twelve hours without a cigarette when the need arises, but past that I am at a loss. Much of that time involves excessive sleeping. It is time to correct that and I have a plan.
My offices and editing studio have been where they were since 1996, and I never thought I'd want it somewhere else. One afternoon I take an afternoon nap, and during my sleep I think about moving my offices and studio to a room in Lordly House.
I'm one of those people who don't quite know what to do when someone gets hurt, but they don't quite need an ambulance. So do you like go "there there, shamepees, let me kiss that better for you mwa mwa mwa!"? Of course you don't. So I'm usually speechless.
It's Sunday morning, and I'm up early after not sleeping much last night. I'll be napping today.
Ever have family or friends stay over at your place for what would only be a while, and when that while is over, you find that it's so nice they don't want to leave? But what to do? Oh, simply start building and extend your house for them, 'sall.
Do you remember all the talents you have every day? Maybe there are some you haven't used in a while, so you forget about them. Have you also lost them?
People will come into your life, and then exit your life again, all the time throughout life. Duggles has come and gone.
After all the past drama with fires and the damage and the injuries, it seems here comes a new dose of all that! Or shall it be better this time?
Father is so stoked now that his flying craft is nearing completion, that he is inspired anew to fly all over. So he asked me last night that this morning at eight-o-clock, him and I fly to Parsima to have breakfast there.
I get up this morning wondering if I had been suffocating in my sleep. It happens sometimes because of my severe sleep apnea.
I feel different these days. It's like things matter less. I kind of like it because it feels like I have evolved, while at the same time I hope I don't let my entire life go completely.
Today has been peaceful, despite getting caught in the rain for a few minutes. My morning didn't start as early as it has been starting and that makes me happy.
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