Coffee and Breakfast: April 3, 2018

Somebody sat on my head last night.

Somebody sat…on my head last night…

So, my head, my body…I am in pain, squashed down.  I want to go back to bed.

Making my bed I can feel the heat pouring through the windows next to my bed.  Pouring.  Heat pouring through like they are not even closed and shuttered.  Making a mental note – it would be nice to fix that.  Opening my bedroom door, cool air rushes past my face.  It feels like two different places in my house.  Walking out of my dusty, hot bedroom that feels more like a tent in a desert, I open the door into civilization.  Thank God for that – civilization.

Somebody sat on my head.

You have no idea what that feels like.  Combined with the lack of real food available consistently to me.  Not just consistently delivered to me.  Consistently stabilized in my home without interruptions or break-ins.

I need real food that has been alive.  To cook and eat.

What I get is mashed up bits.  Processed laboratory food, reprocessed again, with added flavor from unnatural sources, then processed again.  UGH!  Yuck!

Belly bad.

My belly is bad today as well.

So, all I want and can manage would be hot buttered toast with jam.  Strawberry jam.  My homemade strawberry jam with a mug and saucer of cappuccino and sprinkled raw sugar on top.

And, I want to go back to bed.  Because my face hurts too.

Yuck!

Ugh!

Somebody…sat…on my head.