Click images for desktop size: "Torment" by Frank Frazetta I pushed myself to hard today.Only pressure from inside and people asking me questions that even on a good day would tax me.
Getting asked for Advice about things that interest me only because it's people, and people are always interesting.
A lot of questions about why people pursue the things they know are bad for them. Which isn't very deep but painstakingly difficult to talk about with someone who has the habit of seeing others as good or bad instead of just realizing, (like I believe) that we're all just human.
Managed to get a plan in place to pickup some needed furniture, some stuff that will function but still keep the bare bones spartan look that I can absorb and enjoy in my home. I like emptiness in my furnishings, art gallery like emptiness where people and ideas fill the space instead of kibble. (See Philip K Dick's Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep)
That took a lot out of me but was pleasant work but entailed to much gossipy conversation.
My puppy is making those steps to independence. I like that but, of course it fills me with that gentle nostalgia where you miss being the center of someone's universe.

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