tuesdays are long days.

Tuesdays are long days.
I wake up around 6am. Leave the house by 7am. And am on my way until 7pm when I arrive back home. This might not seem like a lot, but when I think about it, that's half a day. Half a day is a long time when you're in transit. I feel vulnerable at times, carting my life in a somewhat oversized handbag, with a jacket hanging over it, waiting for that inevitable weather change. That's actually what I don't like a lot. How I don't know how to dress because I'm exposed to every kind of weather. I carry a lot of stuff with me. When I walk around the city I'm paranoid I'll be mugged. I don't know how I've managed to keep track of everything and not misplace anything yet. Cards, bottles, containers, lip gloss, phone, purse etcera...the list goes on. I go from one bad side of town to another. I have some interesting experiences this way. It's funny how you can walk not very far and be confronted with people who are completely different. All with different stories and purposes.

In the past couple weeks, I've been sleeping on the other side of my bed. This is very weird. I've never before done this. Sometimes I may end up sleeping diagonally across, but for all of my life, I've slept on the right hand side of the bed. I have no real explanation for why I keep doing this.

Overall, I am quite happy right now. I am home and tomorrow I had a day off. I have a list of things I need to do. My room is mostly tidy. My belly is full of good food.