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good life is simple really
20 January, 2000
The sky was on fire again tonight as I ran. A ball of orange setting over the southwest hills, with yellow shafts of light filtering through the sky, and puffy clouds, all pink and crimson at their base.
I love the feeling after exercise. It's an honest feeling, like you've earnt the tiredness of your limbs. I like that, an honest tiredness. It's a tiredness that inspires a good night's sleep.
The nights have been hot lately. I've slept naked, just a sheet thrown over me, waking from time to time in the humidity. And the air during the day has had a solidity to it, something you walk into and through, something that envelopes you. It's almost a sensual thing, humidity, as long as it's not too great. Especially here in Wellington, where it's not common. It can feel like a caress.
Sometimes Debbie and I have little e-mail exchanges during the day. One of the ones she wrote today said,
“ … the pre-menstrual psychosis hasn't set in yet - it's sure to come. I keep thinking if we're aware of it, we may be able to alleviate the symptoms …”
You might think this was an e-mail in the "too much information" category, but I appreciated it. It means I can plan what to do when the event starts …
- listen attentively to Debbie
- agree with all she says, even if I don't
- agree with all she says, even if I don't understand it
- actually do all the little tasks she gives me, instead of saying I'll do them and promptly forgetting about them
- ummmm, basically, agree with all she says, and do all she asks
A good life is simple really!