I’m contemplative today.
It’s getting warmer out by the minute. It’s supposed to hit near 80°F today and I’m really thinking about hitting the beach.
I’m lucky enough to be less than an hour from Lake Michigan and some really great little resort towns. Some things are still closed for the winter season, but many things have been opening up.
I honestly just want to sit on the beach with a book. If I do that, I’ll probably get fried. I burn in the sun in about 10 minutes. Much of that is due to my German/Dutch/British heritage and some of it is because of the meds that I’m on. It makes for a lovely combination.
I feel a little less squirrelly than yesterday, but I mean, I don’t know if I should drive an hour away. I am afraid I will speed and get a ticket. I could lay in the backyard with a book I guess, the grass is nice, but it’s not the same as listening to the waves.
My car has cruise control.
I’ll probably risk it.
I really want to write too. Not just here, but like write. Maybe just stream of consciousness scribbling or my thoughts about one subject that I can seem to resolve in my head. I don’t know. It might help.
I bought four glittery journals just for that purpose. And of course I have a box of purple pens. So yeah. Good times.
For now I’m going to clean and blast some music before my gastro appointment.