Getting a slow start today punching these buttons of mine.

Getting a slow start, getting out of bed today, even though it was at my normal time on the weekends.

Getting a slow start today because I’m still a little under the weather.

I guess it’s a good thing that I’m sick now and recovering than getting sick on my Italy trip.

Let’s rest up and chill and try not to get sick again.

Let’s eat up all the home cooked meals and put aside all the nasty shit that I’ve been eating that probably contributed to this little bug that I have.

Let’s cut out the sugar and the processed food like Papa John’s and other things.

Let’s get back to simplicity. Let’s get back to cooking.

Let’s get back to life.

* * *

The heat wave cools and the humidity lowers. Life becomes more bearable with each passing day. Nights are good to sleep in now.

Back to normal. Back to life.

* * *

The trip is about two weeks away and I still have so much to do.

I need to get more t-shirts and figure out exactly what to pack. How many pairs of pants, shorts, shoes? I know my bag is going to be heavy with the laptop and the camera, but they are essential for my travel.

I’m a photographer. I document my trips through my camera.

When’s the next time I’ll be going to Italy again? No idea.

I’ve carried heavier bags on hikes. Thankfully, the bag will only be on me for traveling days and will be sitting in the hotel room on venture days.

So much to do. So much to plan. So much to coordinate.

I’ll have time at work to do things.

What trains to take? How to take them? How to validate the tickets?

So much to take in. So much to prepare.

But I’ll enjoy it. I’m sure.

I’m traveling with my bro and he’s easy.

#2HosDoItaly

* * *

It’s a quiet Sunday.

A weird melodic piano music plays over the speakers in Volcano.

I don’t know what it is, but it’s loud and a little weird.

Distracting too.

Man, my writing gets shittier and shittier as the year goes by. I can’t focus on anything at all.

I miss the days where I’m able to just sit down and start typing away and have something that is worth something.

My mind wanders in so many places. Lack of focus.

Lack of something.

Lack of lacking.

Maybe I can’t write like this anymore as I get more comfortable in my own skin. Dramaless. Fixed or at least comfortable.

Who knows?

Maybe I need to get back into my prose or something creative. Something creative and open but structured and focus.

When I get back from my trip, I’ll start again.

I’ll look over what I have written and what I have left and come up with something.

Maybe.

Who knows?

I need to.

Blah.

Over.