Living in a wood

Sun.

I had to keep reminding myself not to do anything.

My car is full of clothes to be sorted. I left them there.

I’ve got a drone I want to practice with. I didn’t fly it.

I did a tiny bit of admin around all the events we’ve been pitching for. I’ve been really struggling to make sense of how to pitch for some of this stuff as I can’t make it too expensive but I also need to pay myself and other practitioners what we are worth. I’ve been asked for an hourly breakdown by one person and that’s kinda absurd, cos do we include the years spent learning the craft? Sure they can get JoFucktor for tuppence and the client will feel it. Or they can get people with chops who will make the event better. And I’m almost done giving a crap helping them choose.

But that noise was the only noise in my head today really. I mostly just chilled out.

At about 11am I drove to Jempson’s in order to get fatballs for the birds. I was sitting in the garden beforehand and realised there was nothing for them to eat despite tables being out. Sure there are two cats here and one of them kills things efficiently, so a bird table is avian Squid Game. But I like seeing them flutter around. I reckon the cats usually can’t get them in time. I’ve seen plenty of dead rodents, no dead birds. I’m gonna keep putting food and water out. Carlos is too old, Rajah is mostly used to ground-runners.

I’ve had such a relaxed day.

Last night Carlos made sure at least two thirds of the bed were his. I slept fine but occasionally got pawed if I strayed. Tonight I’ll encroach a bit, take up more bed, push to half. Better to move slower with cats, I feel. If they hate you then it’s war. If it’s gradual they don’t even notice they’ve lost territory. I’m here long enough to be slow. I’ve just shuffled around today, here in the silent woods. Nobody comes down the potholed track once darkness falls. It is just me and the cats in this bungalow and you can hear your tinnitus.

I’m locking up and getting into my bit of the bed. It’s not even ten yet. I’m fine with this. More sun tomorrow. I mostly sat in the garden with my shirt off today reading The Masks of God. Life is good.