Thursday? Thursday. Last day of the month. How is it already the end of April?

The list for today is short but sweet.

He said it was a sad sight.

There were still too many people in there even though they were wearing masks. Still too close. Still walking right by you, sometimes brushing against you to squeeze down an aisle. This will not work.

I ask myself if my actions are actually laying the foundation for what I really want to see in the future. Have I been fooling myself into thinking that I’m doing it differently?

The sentiments in his essay echo thoughts I had just written in my journal. This is good. This means that there are some of us are operating on the same wavelength within the collective consciousness.

Stay off the screen.

But this sun.

I realize that I have to de-condition myself from expecting even my books within 48 hours. Still learning how to wait.

I watch the Gangsta Gardener while sitting in the garden. I hear the thud of lemons. They are big and round, the size of softballs.

80s hits for dinner-time music.