Back yard, cooler day, 2 cans of fizzy water, the new black book set up to do the DOS command style window in Obsidian. Listening to Mope Grooves. The smell of wild herbs growing back here, untaken care of and just growing. Today was necessary. I needed to be away from expectations. Even if I had gone in, and spent time on the new computer, I would have had to pretend to care. And sometimes you just can’t do that to yourself. Sometimes, you have to be free.