I think the most eventful thing about today is that I remembered the dream that I had. It feels like it has been a very long time since I had a vivid dream that I remembered in the morning. I mean, discounting the psychotic break, which was kind of like dreaming.
It would have been nice if a dream that vivid had Ambrose in it, but there weren’t any characters in it that seemed to be assigned to anyone in my life. It did have my grandparents old house in It, but the people were all generic. NPCs.
I did a lot of reading and journaling today. My period is imminent, but not here yet. My left side is still aching. There’s something clicky on that side; I hope I can resolve it as I continue with Move U.
He would have been 64 tomorrow. Makes me think of the Beatles song. I do still need him, but he never got to 64.
I think I’ve been letting myself spend time in poor posture at home. No, I know I have. I’ve been slouching and letting my shoulder fold forward. I need to figure out a way to relax at home without aggravating my body.
Tomorrow will be a busy day. I think that will be good for me.