I've been sad lately but don't know why. I think it might be over-tiredness, non usefulness of my free time. Being productive has its benefits, finding satisfaction in free time is genuine. These are the things I like to do: watch Nancy Drew walkthroughs on Arglefumph, watch Netflix movies, write notes for my novel; hang out with Loran, my son, and his friend, Zaxie, who is visiting for the summer. Sightseeing and looking at new streets in Duluth, church.
I feel like work is good but the energy I export to my job is weighing me down. I have nights off this week and it is half relief, half disdain. I have to go run more errands at night because I have two teenage boys to feed. Now I am too tired to write anymore.
RiP James Gandolfini.