it’s sunday eve on a muggy, muggy, muggy september night. i’m out of sorts–spacey, afraid of saying the wrong thing, ungrounded, distracted, yadda. is it the moon? fall allergies? travel? heart stuff? dunno. but in the midst i am grateful (that/for):
1) that i’m sensitive enough to feel the moon (this one is supposed to be a whopper of a full one in pisces tomorrow–can you feel it?)
2) texting
3) prosecco
4) sushi from gen
5) finally, for impending fall (now that it’s finally august today, two weeks into september)
6) naming abstractish fears more specifically
7) the way mainstream conditioner makes my hair so soft
8) that the election drama will be over in eight weeks for better or much, much worse
9) being home
10) intuition
11) teleportation
12) new jeans
