Obviously, nothing changed from Saturday. Why go back?
In part because I needed distraction. For all my talk about being/not being and seeing every small thing as just the tip of the whole universe, I'm not comfortable with my own thoughts. Nor am I comfortable in my ratty messy house.
The short version of my story is that I abhor repetitive tasks.
My neighbors loathe the way my house and yard look, and don't mind letting me know it. They are perfectly content pushing a lawn mower back and forth over the same grass weekend after weekend. I can't stand it.
I can't stand housecleaning or doing laundry.
So I have to get away, and I do. And I shall.
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