Still on timetable, haven't gone around to executing them but not for the lack of resources but motivation, and the motivation is coming back, I can feel the seem of shot of energy inspiration and raw power in my veins, in my heart and head. Something's clicked, like the time it did more than two years ago that took me on this journey of writing like a madman. The weather's bright though still gloomy and the ambience of the apartment is exactly what I want out of my place of abode. Just a matter of jotting points down, making a timetable, and brewing kombucha and kefir, growing mushrooms and the whole lot of that which we've talked about in detail in the past.
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