Lovely background program about Penelope Keith visiting picturesque English villages by the sea.
Fascinating historic information that I eagerly ingest.
I seem to end up catching little bits of sleep between programs.
It becomes a surreal existence.
Naturally, I have loads to do, but is it as desirable as being lazy?
Not often. Until the kitchen sink situation gets sorted out; it is going to be a nasty situation with which to deal. My renter volunteered to go in on 1/2 of a portable dishwasher, so that seems too tempting to turn down.
We've been subsisting on recycled/biodegradable paper plates, but there were still dishes that were neglected prior to the sink imploding.
Oh well, no point in being full of anxiety over it.
I guess after being supremely razed to the ground recently and left wandering through a harsh backdrop to find the hotel where I was staying, left me bruised and beaten and feeling like a truck had something to do with my rumpled state and mental terror, but actually, it was an undignified cruel woman with a deadly eviscerating nature and an intent on destroying by cutting a human spirit to the bone and beyond. I am still dazed.
Did I deserve that treatment? Not according to me, but I guess in the twisted view of vicious, self-centered owners of sentient beings in the times after slave ownership was well past and looked at as repugnant, I am considered foul. I am not ashamed. Someone else has that distinction, not me. I celebrate human rights, not taking prisoners.
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