November 1, 2020
I think I have gotten ahead of myself here. Sometimes you get out of phase with yourself, and one version leaves the other version behind. That can happen on a wonderful fall day like this, and if I am lucky the park will be empty when I get done here and I can go for that walk I have been promising myself. I would rather do it outside. The basement and the treadmill are kind of depressing. With the concrete walls, concrete floors, and the bleak lighting. With the coating of sticky white dust from the anti-mold treatment of Concrobium.