June 17th, 2020

Paul Neyron rose 2

Wednesday

I should go to sleep soon.  Very soon.

Later: I was up for a couple more hours finishing Jordan L. Hawk's book Unhallowed.  It's a riff off of H.P. Lovecraft's "The Dunwich Horror," but delightfully topsy-turvy.  For example, in having a kinder, gentler, humanized version of a tentacle monster that really doesn't want to destroy the world.  Paraphrasing: "I'd really rather not be a tool.  Thanks anyway."  This in the "tool of massive destruction and terror" sense, too.

Mom and I went out in the late afternoon to get a bit of fresh air at a local park.  It was quite cloudy by then.  I didn't walk the loop of the path because I had a bad headache and my hip wasn't too good either, but I sat on a bench and watched birds.  Mom said that that was a nice peaceful activity.  So we had a bit of a change of scene.  We picked up takeout from Wendy's.

It wasn't a productive day for me at all, but I think it's good for me to get out of the house and go somewhere that's not a grocery store.