Found myself down today. Sad. May have knocked myself into a torpor (which found reasons to morph into sadness) by eating a whole frozen pizza.
White flour and all that.
Forced myself to trudge to the recycling and the garbage and, while I was at it, spontaneously scurried (as much as one can in a slow elevator) to the roof. Instantly, the smell of the air and the feel of it, the quality of the light made things so much better.
Heading down, the elevator didn’t come quickly enough and I started to fail again, so I went to the roof for an extra few seconds, which helped me out once more.
If that’s all it takes to make things good or bad, what does anything mean, anyway?