[Morning freewrite]
Is this like medicine?  Just because we've started to feel better, to write
again we still have to do it every morning?  I am feeling that I want to
stop a bit, but I am pretty sure that I'll just sink back into the dark
muddy pool of lethargy if I do.

It's odd.  The sun is streaming in and it feels like a warm midday pre-noon.
A summer day.  If only summer days remained this temperature all day long.

I wonder what Alaska is like in the summer.  Is it cool like this?  Or is it
cold?  Or is it warm?  Here I was surprised at how little the temperature
changed between noon and midnight.  Hi's and lows are so close to each
other.  (Compared to Sacramento).  Is this a sign of a real climate as
opposed to a desert climate?  Is California a desert through and through?

I called the people who trained peer counselors in high school and thanked
them.  It was good to do.  Thank you and I'm sorry are hard things to say in
a way.  Because they aknowledge a debt owed?  A vulnerability in yourself?
An incompleteness?  But they are necessary things.  Very much things that
are good to say and things that are good to hear.  Everyone should say thank
you and I'm sorry more often.

I'm wearing a bathrobe!  I think I should make myself a hiking kimono.
Light weight silk and I don't know what.  The advantabe is the loose fit.
Like not wearing anything at all in a way.  I like not wearing anything and
this is close... Light and airy.  I wonder who wore kimonos in Japan?  Did
you work in the fields in kimonos?  If you worked i nthe fields did you even
own a kimono?

There is a pause as I struggle to find something else to say.  I can't quite
fill my ten minutes.  There's not quite enough things that I have to say or
ask today.  But that's alright.

I had a dream last night about a gunslinging future world.  In a warehouse
and everything was complicated.  No black and white's in this dream, all
shades of grey.  When the one person masterminding the control of the world
is killed, everyone wants to escape, but everyone still is enemies with the
other people.  An odd complex society supressed into simpleness by a few
people's views.  Is our own world like this?  We think of things as being x
or y, when really they could be a b or c?
[End Morning Freewrite]