Spaced out at work. Two hours left til I can leave. My jaw aches like I’ve been grinding my teeth in my sleep. There was no hot water this morning. I am fidgety. Half way though Mansfield Park. Last night after leaving dinner with friends all I could bear to do was listen to Bach cello music. No one’s fault but I am hungering for complexity and richness in the cultural things I encounter. I read about that_dang_otter‘s new cooking invention and it made me incredibly happy. And yet I feel like I’m doing nothing. I meet with my friends, activists to various degrees and we feel buffaloed. The meet loaf I had at lunch is shutting off the flow of blood to my brain.