"...Sunday"

Oh Sunday. Time was one would look forward to this sacred day when you can sleep late, and walk around in your jammies or underwear till noon. All the static from work classes or just life being gleefully dumped out of your nervous system as you eat a whole box of cookies, and play music loud.

I still observe this Holy Day.

Though now forcibly retired everyday is a sort of Sunday, but the real day is 'the' Day! Btw do you smell something. It's vaguely like a roast being over cooked. Been noticing odd aromas lately in this 117 year old building.

I sometimes wonder about all the families, and assorted folks that have lived in my rooms. 117 years of stories of which mine is the latest. Like in that film "Brother from Another Planet".

I wish I could touch the walls, and hear the voices of all the past lives that were lived here.

I sometimes wonder what they would have thought of me in their digs. Well the spirit realm being what it is I should say what do they currently think. As they may be dropping in from time to time.

Speaking of building news I have new neighbors upstairs. Nice folks, but they fight a lot...yelling doors slamming. Anger management police would have a hand full with these folks.

The Landlord had to come over to chat with them.

Such is life in the Big City,...speaking of which it's still profoundly cold out there. Thought it's gone up in recent hours to heatwave conditions. It broke 17f in the shade this afternoon.

Btw you sleeping well lately? I only slept for I think four hours. Woke, and couldn't drift back off. Loads of difficult dreams. My dad shows up a lot lately. That, and my caregiving years for my Aunt comes back. I loved them both, but the trauma of them times...still unresolved. Hence the dreams.

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..be back soon.