These past months have been pure tedium, intermixed with boredom. Some things, small things, brighten my spirit and give me something to head forward for. Like, when my dad was here, his rhythms that wove in-and-out of the day.
He'd make coffee after coffee, randomly smoke his Marlboros, do batch of laundry after batch of laundry. He left a sense of that purpose and direction behind when he left, and I step into it on occasion just to set my brain right.
Now that he's gone I find myself making cup of Stash tea after cup of Senseo, and repeat...mainly for the warmth and fluids. I've been cooking too, alot more than prior and that small quest to create something satisfying and memorable, it's good.