Today I swam to James Taylor and Carol King and Carly Simon. Only this time I could hear them. Outside of elevators, I probably hadn't heard any of their music since I played it on a record player in the 80's. I had never heard any of it via earbuds. It was really kind of amazing and a really fun swim.
Also it was warm enough this morning to ditch the fleece robe and wear the muumuu I made yesterday. Worked perfectly and felt less dorky. I think I'm going to have to come up with some kind of warmer version for next winter and ditch the fleece robe. I have time.
Today's baseball game is at 11. It's now 8. I think between now and first pitch, after another cup of coffee, I'm going to gather up my trash for the dumpster and take it down. And also gather up my stuff for Goodwill and take it over there. I gathered a bunch of stuff yesterday and think I can do another sweep before I go. I get an empty bag and go through the house tossing stuff in. I don't think about it, I just do it. It's the easiest, most pain free way to divorce myself from my shit. At least some of it.
Then the ballgame. Then maybe some sewing. Maybe some laundry. Maybe none of the above. Stay tuned.