Yoga this morning: I was feeling stuffed up in my own body, like I had a sinus infection of the self. Blah. Didn’t want to get up, whine whine. Got up, swept the patio, laid down the mat, grumbled through the first few poses. Once I hit the Warriors it got better and my energy spread out a little. I feel like I’m recovering from the move somewhat.
I committed some plank this morning and felt very “Hulk shoulders” afterward for about an hour. It’s THAT specific activity that triggers it. My upper traps were tight, but so were the muscles in my upper chest and shoulder caps, whatever those are.
My hips released a little better today. Unfortunately I was wearing capris with less stretch to them, so I didn’t quite sink into them as well as I could have. We’ll see tomorrow. There are two loci for the tight areas: one on the inside of my lower back, and the other behind my outer hips. I’ll see if I can get any clearer in my mind about what goes where, then try to look up specific muscles.
The walk: I walked up a HILL. In FLORIDA. There’s one hill in Florida and my apartment is on it. I kid! There are two hills in Florida. At least.
Walking past apartment complexes is boring as fuck. Or at least it bored me this morning. I walked around Busch for a while, then curved around and got lost in some cul-de-sacs.
At one point, “right” and “left” switched internally, which is just one of the fun parts of having ADD, apparently–not being able to tell apart right and left, that is. For me, it feels like a magnetic polar switch. UGH. I’m still not sure which is which.
The strip malls in this area are very much clustered by ethnicity; it got me thinking that, as ugly as I find them, they are definitely a way to ensure your network of people have access to storefronts so they can start businesses. I’ll try to bitch less about them, I think.
Joe Cron said something about being in a good mental space allowing him to produce MORE work, although not necessarily better work. That resonated. Meds for me = more work. No meds = WHAT TIME IS IT WHAT NO WAIT.
Today, day 2 of meds in a row, I did laundry, picked up meds, unpacked clothes, and generally coped with All the Things. It’s a relief. While doing laundry, I went nuts on Midjourney AI, playing with Spacefunk across different versions of the algorithm. None of them came up with characters at first, but the beta version had the prettiest, most funky space images, so I went with that and started adding “black woman” with different types of character. I got a lot of head/shoulder shots, but I loved them so much that I just kept typing different things in. SO STRIKING. If you’re seeing this and you want permission to run with those images, you got it. Email me and I’ll type up something you can save to your files.
Yesterday, I got in an argument with a guy who was being toxic about pumpkin spice. He has deleted his comment and apologized in private…but did the slippery slope thing where “he didn’t explain himself well” and then proceeded to explain to me what I’d said to him earlier.
So he’s on parole for now; he’s behaving like an entitled mansplainer, but GRRRRRRRR. People sometimes recover from that. So I’ll scrape just a little more patience out of the well for this. But it’s his last shot. I don’t have time for this. There’s a guy on Instagram got one response from me earlier and is now like, “Don’t you have time for me?!!??” Just…no. I’ll deal with that when I feel like it.
GUH.
Yesterday, I got through the scene that I’ve been dying to write forever. My characters are now allowed to go off the rails. “Just give me the fight over the food at the aunt’s restaurant, pleeeeeeaaase.” It was inspired by my cousin Laurie and her spouse Shane, who just picked on each other endlessly when they were first together. And they’re still together. I don’t think they had the same fight over food, though.
“It wasn’t *her* family watching them. She could escalate all day.”