Happy Memorial Day, from my underwear

2.5 months and I can feel that I'm in that place after a move where I belong no where, not to Chicago anymore and not yet to central Ohio. I have a really heavy intuition that things are going to get a lot weirder before they settle into something I can recognize as an extension of myself. It might be the poison ivy+cold+migraine events of the past week, but this Memorial Day feels like the light vomiting before a good trip.

I'm laying in the backyard in my bra and underwear listening to the frogs and the birds, and whatever else is buzzing, but mainly it's loud frogs and birds. Loud birds like cardinals, and what I think are a pair of mockingbirds keeping things interesting and nesting up on the porch. Jesus, I can't even think of the last time I saw or heard mockingbirds. And loud ass bull frogs. I'd forgotten just how much they sound bovine. I'm so ever aware I don't know fuck about shit right now. And I'm laying in the backyard in my bra and underwear because there's no reason not to. There won't be a single disruption to this scene except the sunset.