There’s not much to be said about a day like today.
I spent most of sunup sitting at my desk, working on coursework.
Or sitting in the sunbeams reading the New Yorker.
There were a lot of distractions from my phone.
Text messages, Instagram messages, YouTube videos, news articles.
Countless notifications.
Never a bother; most even happy distractions.
But it all had me feeling like today was just one of those days.
The quarantine days that I don’t care for.
The ones where I want to just take a drive to Little Fleet, call some friends, and share some booze and laughter.
But I can’t do that quite yet.
Maybe soon.
One can hope.
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I laid last night, drunk on my floor, and listened to two and a half albums from The National.
If that’s right on with my brand, I don’t know what is.
Micah Mabey
