Every feather comes from skin, they hang their heads and breathe it in.

Back at the main office. So far so good. It's got good things, and everything I need. I'll have the afternoons relatively free. Even work some OT now if I want to.

Maybe I should get a weight vest. Or, fill a backpack with sand.

I'm sitting in a corner, which is good. Maybe I'll make a collage. Yeah, I think I'll do that. Read my science magazines during lunch, cut out the cool pictures. Because why not. To the poster-board store! Is there such a store? Nah, I'll be cheap and use sheets of paper. Easy storage. And they'll mark my time, like scratches in a prison wall. But prettier!

The last day in this office, moving back to the big one. I'll miss this place. The covered parking, the being ten minutes from home, the being able to see my parents every morning and having breakfast with them. They won't be rid of me that easy; I'll be coming over and having dinner instead. If I get home by 3, finish my walking by 5, it'll be perfect.

Maybe sit down and write at night. I'll probably go back to the journal while at the main office. Having people behind me that could read over my shoulder makes me paranoid. People reading published stuff is different; people seeing me write is awkward. I feel exposed, like they can see my doubts. Something I could get over. And should, really. People are everywhere.

I've taken to avoiding eating any free food offered at the main office. I've been able to hold out for the my day trips there, but will I last when tempted on a daily basis? History suggests no, I won't. History also suggests that sometimes I get ideas in my head and I stick with them for no logical reason. I wonder which one this one is.

I stayed up a little late reading old sci-fi.

My commute will be a lot longer, might be a good time to hit up the audio books. Or some other podcasts. NPR was my usual choice before. Now I take it in smaller doses.

Maybe listen to Italian. See if I still have any understanding of it.

The possibilities yawn before me. I'm boring me; time to surprise myself.

Crowded clothing stores, back-to-school shopping. Not for me; I was just passing through. 

My throat is sore. Not from singing or cheering. I suspected that I'd be more susceptible to illness with my tonsils gone. I wonder now if my throat will feel more sore because of the scar tissue. It's not that bad overall, just more sore than my throat usually gets. 

I probably shouldn't have walked yesterday. I probably shouldn't walk today. I'm still going to. Because it's my routine now. Deviating will make me feel worse. 

There is a desire to be hopeful, to be a beacon of good feelings. Or at least not to be a total bummer. 

This is easy to do with my nieces. They're happy climbing on me while I make their giant stuffed bear dance around. 

This weekend was not super productive. I exercised, although I'm still not feeling great. Today I have some chores. Also I have to check on a cat. This cat is a master ninja, so I expect a challenge.

Not feeling great today. Maybe stayed up a little too late. Also Marceline L. Dog kept trying to wake me up to go outside.

Maybe I'll just try to work really hard to take my mind off my mind. That used to work.

Throw on some New Orleans R&B Jazz-funk and groove along as if everything's all right, because it kind of is.

This is what I look like. Just a reminder in case I forget. 

Daily walking is going well. I don't think I've missed a day in almost a month. Started lifting a bit also. Exercise used to be very helpful in regulating my mood. We'll see.

My mission to not buy so much on Amazon is going well. I bought some glasses online and the site used my Amazon account to charge me, but that doesn't count.

Speaking of glasses, it appears I am developing a slight astigmatism. Eyes, I never trusted you anyway, but now I trust you even less.

Some days you're in a stone groove and then Sufjan Stevens "Fourth of July" plays on your headphones and just wrecks you.

Not in a bad way. It's painful, but not bad. It reminds me that I have people I love and that I could be better about it.

It would be a very good use of resources. I can tie in things that I already love. Let's see: food, video games, animals, jive-talking, sass-mouthing, tradition-defying, waxing poetic, and drinking in tiki bars.

Dang that is a pretty good list.