Originally Posted Wednesday, January 18, 2013
I had forgotten what it was like to have evenings to myself, without work, without obligation. Now that the second job is finished, and having not scheduled anything at all in the studio this week, I have come home after work and after the gym to fix an evening meal and do whatever it is my little brain and average heart tell me they want to do. The food alone is rejuvenating. Both Monday and Tuesday nights I made dinners as I used to, good, healthy things with wine and less whiskey. And after dinner last night, I stayed on the couch and watched the last half of "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang" again. I can watch Robert Downey Jr. in just about anything. Then I turned over to the last half of "Seven" which I hadn't seen since it came out in theaters in 1995. It is every bit as good as I remembered it to be. And when that was over, I watched "The Terminal," which, too, I had not seen since its release. And it was delightful.
Or perhaps I am. I am drinking less distilled liquor and eating better and exercising regularly and not eating junk at all, and I am drinking much more water and sleeping (or at least staying in my bed) for the appropriate number of hours. I am even reading again, too. I am beginning to remember such a life. It is good and pleasant and tranquil.
It is winter in the south and the birds have come in numbers. Outside as the sun rises, hundreds of them begin to call. They celebrate the warmth and beauty of the day. I will let the be my guide. . . as long as I can, at least. They are strangely happy eating and drinking and enjoying this winter weather.
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