And when it's finished and out?
I haven't left the apartment for more than the smallest grocery runs in a week, and I've been eating two hot sauce and egg sammies a day for sustenance for just as long, like some kind of experientially atrophied middle-aged bachelor. (Which, okay, fair, isn't far from the mark. π)
When it's finished and out I am going for a long run, a tinto with street friends, and then a day in beautiful nature.
Away from all things tech.
Touching grass.
#BarefootYouSay? π±
@MLClark Hereβs to a job that is finished, food that nourishes, friends to share with, and nature to absorb and enfold you into being you, again. Wishing you well. ππππͺπ½πͺπ½πͺπ½ππππ₯ͺπ₯ͺπ₯ͺπ
Sweet dreamsβ¨