I don’t know how long I’ve been in this library, probably a few hours and at some point my eyes closed for a few minutes. It’s taking me a while to drop into focus and that could be due to the fact that I can’t decide on what I’d like to focus in this moment, or because I haven’t eaten anything on this lovely Ash Wednesday.
While not enough to disturb my neighbors, my stomach is making mild noises. My mind has to adjust. I’m accustomed to soothing myself, or, adversely, revving myself up with food. Also, I didn’t sleep so well last night, apparently, according to this Garmin on my wrist and the way my head was nodding a moment ago. My poor night’s sleep may have had something to do with the four big, fat cinnamon rolls that I had yesterday as my Mardi Gras feast before the start of Lenten fasting.
It’s a good crowd at the individual seating far wall of the library today. I wish I had some Kettle Brand chips to crunch on. I thought about going to get some from the Pavillions that’s a hop and a skip northwest. However, I wiped down this wooden table and accompanying chair. If I leave, it’s unlikely that upon my return no one will be sitting there. Even worse, what if I don’t return?
A midday snack, especially one that’s not the most agreeable, this time of afternoon would be best, leaving my gut thee entire evening to digest, get reset.
Darn, I’m at the end of this open page I’d found, in my black and white composition notebook… and what did I get down?
[goes to take a walk]