Every time you think you’re finished, several minor issues pop up, so you’re never quite finished. Well, until you are. And I’m almost there now.
Despite this being a Friday, I’m still not done working. Best to move quickly. I noticed this post in a parking lot somewhere.
Florida is not really “the sunshine state” from about April until October, especially during afternoons.
This has been my first day back to working. Afterword, I decided to go on a photo drive, which took me to this lake seen here.
Today, they tore down a thrift store I bought a few things from once in a while (and where I dumped an old couch once).
I’m back home from Miami and getting back into a rhythm again.
I’ve definitely gotten sick. I probably should have worn an N95 mask while grouting my kitchen tile; breathing in grout dust couldn’t have been good. Being sick hasn’t kept me from wandering the roads at night in search of emptiness.
I got a call from the guy who’s been subcontracting work to me promising payment soon. It’s getting exasperating. I wonder why this empty lot I passed by had these three outhouse-sized black shacks. It’s unsettling.
I have a morbid sense of excitement over the (possible) flu pandemic. I’ve been listless, not feeling alive for some time. Witnessing a disastrous worldwide event that has everyone on edge makes me feel alright. I’m a germophobe and a loner—suddenly, I’m ahead of the curve.