I got caught up in stuff, found myself tired and with back pain. The lonely feeling crept back in. Rather than swim, I ended up watching a documentary on Napoleon. It was interesting. In the world post-Hitler, we rarely show interest in any other megalomaniacal war monger. Then again, next to Hitler, he wasn’t so bad.

I wish I could perpetually be a shining beacon of good nutrition, exercise, wellness in general. Life doesn’t work that way.

I hear the TV on upstairs. Upstairs, I shall go.

Good night Loves.