Listening: I have been revisiting the wonderful weirdness of The Flaming Lips all week. If I didn't live alone, I would be driving someone crazy with the over-and-overness of Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Part I.
Reading: Found: The Best Lost, Tossed, and Forgotten Items from Around the World by Davy Rothbart, founder (and finder) and editor of FOUND magazine. And Instant Love by Jami Attenberg.
Feeling: Better. Off the steroids, so less crazy. And my wrist feels better, but I have to keep my typing time down so I'm alternating between handwriting in my Moleskine and the keyboard.
Worrying: There are workmen at my house right now removing a gigantic sick oak tree that is most of my corner yard shade and I'm worried that I won't like being there anymore because the light will be wrong. Also that another big oak tree in my side yard might be sick too. A bald yard will make me sad. I must have foliage and shade.
Wondering: If my jeans are tight from steroid bloat or water weight and if it will go away. Why my mother won't return my phone calls. If there is a big black hole where my heart used to be. If boredom can kill you.