Nothing was saving our day

The longer I stay away from the journal, the more I have to say but the fewer ways I have to say it. And really now I'm not even that moved to record, only distracting myself temporarily from the many tasks I have in front of me for the next few days, including a book to read and critique and a paper to research and draft and story to write.

I went camping this weekend and my neck is sunburnt. I had ticks but no lyme disease because I read they have to feed for a couple days in order to be infected, so I'm okay. And as much as I love people, I can't be around them constantly, especially when already in a deficit. But despite some cranky moments, I don't think I managed to permanently alienate anyone. I got to take long walks in woods and sit for many hours staring at campfire and see more stars in one sky than several nights in the city combined.

I wish tomorrow morning was Sunday so I could go to temple for meditation.