It was a strange day. The weather felt weirdly midwestern. I took a walk in the morning it was quite windy but already warm. Then, lacking motivation, I forgot to eat (as I often do on days off when I do not need energy and can be lazy). It is a bad habit, I know. Food is such a hassle, and when my body does not demand it, I have little interest. Oops. . . I had said no more ranting about food. Well, but. . . it is what I deal with. Actually aside from that (or because of it?), I had a very relaxing day. I have dedicated this weekend to one of my more obscure, bizarre hobbies: world-building. Basically, imagine writing only the appendices to Tolkien or Frank Herbert, without the novels. It has been a sometime hobby of mine since childhood – it is good escapism.
[daily log: walking, 3 km]