Sun Day
I'm concerned about the mice and the pigeons invading my home. I hear a noise, and it might just be a box making noise. I put the box up front and the noise goes away.
Wake up early and watch the late game of NYCFC v LAFC. It's a frustrating game, all set to be a thrilling 0-0, but they bottle it, and lose 1-0. Birk Risa's clearance is a perfect pass to Hollingshead who blasts it home.
It's gotten colder again, and the moon won't rise for a few hours.
Mehdi has been talking about opposing mind states. I think restlessness comes from sloth and torpor. I'm tired, so I wiggle to agitate myself and wake up. Relaxing and resting in awareness is what I'm aiming for. I remember sitting in the shrine room and watching a guy falling asleep, and leaning over, catching himself. I don't like that.
Seeing the line of the building and the sky in the dark is like looking at a Rothko painting and seeing different shades of black.
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