Yesterday was the first day in quite some time where I didn’t have something I had to be doing, and that turned out to be a surprisingly disorienting experience; enjoyable, sure, but also somewhat discombobulating. With everything that’s been happening over the last few weeks, I’ve apparently gotten used to the idea of always having a purpose, or at least something I should be thinking about or somewhere to be. Going without that for the day was a curiously out there thing; without the nagging I should really be doing this buzzing in my head, I felt at a loose end in ways that didn’t really sit right for some time.
Thankfully, I discovered a biography of the Monkees to help me find some way to fill those empty moments.