Notice.

Noticing.

I cannot write fast enough today. I tried the 1 word exercise and I couldn’t get it out fast enough. I had to refocus, breath, calm myself down. Halt Anxiety.

So. What do I sense. I sense the cold brisk air. No heating in Chile.

I noticed my upper right back pain. Been there for weeks instead of days now. Worse than ever.

I noticed the warm herbal pillow under my feet, over my smushed, worn, slippers.

I notice the water glass, water vibrating next to me as I type, on my computer propped on a board game, unsteady so it shakes the table.

I noticed the party stuff from Luis’ and I birthdays ‘baby shower’ sitting on the table under ping pong palls for never played beer pong.

I noticed an ache, just a slight one for now, on my ears, something I’ve always had, well. At least after the accident, my head can’t take any pressure. I can’t even wear headbands without a certain headache within hours.

I notice the error of the cursor moving to a different spot in the page every minute or so due to an error in this Mac, touchpad I think, that I still haven’t figured out, driving me nuts, as it doesn’t just let me TYPE WITHOUT BEING ATTENTIVE.

I just wanna let it flow. FUCKING COMPUTER. Thank God for undo. It just highlighted and erased a chunk of my text.

I see the cat, kitten really, drinking out of my water glass, she always prefers mine. I’m not sure why. Perhaps mine is more fresh. Or she just loves to be near me. Be connected to me.

I see Luis, playing his game, one of them. Valorant these days. Done streaming, waiting for me to finish Doctor Who together. I feel the pain in my right wrist, along the outside of my hand, from being at the computer for too long without stretching or moving. I can ghost-taste salt, and actually taste chocolate, just a bit, from the hot chocolate I have in my Harry Potter mug, Christmas gift from Luis, sitting next to my computer – no worries, it can’t fall over on it, as my computer is raised, on the board game remember? Trying not to look down with my neck to much as I work. Doesn’t help much though, I still have terrible posture and body pain.

I can’t seem to smell anything, just cold. Briskness, when I inhale. My eyelids are just now starting to feel the heavy of sleep, 15 minutes to midnight, 14 to be exact. 23:46. 24 hour clock, so use to that now. Still can’t get use to Celsius though. Or kilos. Or meters.

I notice the donuts on the counter. Donut. 1 left. We get them almost every week. We eat too much sugar I think. But, well, that’s stress I suppose. Indulgence.

I sense the cold on the open parts of my skin, mostly my forehead, and cheeks. My hands actually feel warm for once, perhaps cause they are moving across the keyboard. Surprisingly fast for a post-brain injury patient.

I notice lots of junk on the table, dishes not done, typical shuffled around organization of 2 millennials and an energetic kitty living together in a pandemic.

I think that is all for tonight. I am in pain. Literally, my body is sore. I didn’t stretch or exercise like I should’ve today. But it’s Sunday. I wanted to do MY things.

And I’m tired. Not just sleepy tired but proper exhausted. I love that saying though I am nowhere close to British. Perhaps working with Brits. Or watching Who. Or all of the above. Or just cause I love it.

I think that’s all for tonight. I rather enjoyed this, depite my unrelated discomforts in trying to complete this.

I really gotta get that cursor thing fixed.

Tomorrow.

Ha. Just soon enough. Just in time. Cat’s climbing all over me, claws unknowingly ripping little lines into my skin everywhere. Also running all over the table, my arms, my computer, phone, etc.

Crazy lil bundle of love and fur. One of my students from Nicaragua commented on FB she ‘looks like a plush.’ Guessing that was supposed to translate to stuffed animal/toy.