i'll keep up my end. i enjoy doing the right thing. makes me feel strong.
i scrambled 2 eggs topped shredded cheese in tortilla. waiting half hour to digest. i spent most of my life running from one task to the next driven by my mom's screech to hurry hurry up while she sat. it became such a part of me i stopped hearing it and just performed like a trained animal.
i loaded free body armor drink safe way. i picked up after gym @ home stead. clearance 6 do nuts $2, garlic baguette $2, $20 cash. as i was leaving checkout monk patrick call him henry came in with all his worldly possessions filled large clam chowder soup for b'fast. i went out to car returned knowing i had to go back in with bread. he was open to receiving i had to offer new perfect backpack from rummage. maybe he'd refuse. his eyes lit up when i offered. i told him church and library across street. he mentioned asian restaurant if he had enough money. back to car for wipes, sanitizer, mask, $20. i told him i met eckhart tolle and thich nhat han on their holy journeys and thanked him for doing a tremendously difficult job i wouldn't couldn't do.
seniors i felt sick. cold and i felt the old humiliation from family doing the right thing resulting in their criticism and scorn. threat of death. i asked toke to tell me i'm ok and she reassured me. oh, my stomach when i think of it. she remembered the sun day funnies. i forgot. i shared 4 do nuts i didn't keep.
as i was leaving gorges shows up wants me to get lunch to go so i can entertain him. i went to mission library new hours 9-5.
i could go to sunny but it's rainy and cold.