there's better by katharine eastman

Kindly I have kept the volume right down here so that you don't have to. I'm just not feeling it with this one - but I suspect that's more my current quiet mood rather than anything else - though it still might be a load of old rubbish. It's just that lately I've been doing a lot of walking - I don't have any of those App things that tell you stuff, so this is only a guess but I reckon I'm averaging walking about 20 miles per day over the past two weeks.

The walking gets me high and I stay high for a few hours afterwards, but the next morning (e.g. now) I sometimes seem to rebound a bit, my tired old body seems fearful about what silly plans I have for it this time. Good news ! - I have almost no plans for today. Okay, I have one very boring phone call to make, to a nice person, about nothing in particular - but I hate phone calls so much that I'd rather walk 40 miles than make one. And I might see the new Nicolas Cage film. That is it.

2 bars of Montezuma 100% dark chocolate and a big pot of strong Javan Volcano Island Laval Jungle black coffee (?) should've made me high right now and have certainly make my teeth black - but I'm beginning to feel that the reason I'm a bit low this morning isn't fear of yet another long walk, instead it's my body yearning for another long walk. Look at those lovely people on the beach at Lee on Solent - pointing across/along the Solent over to Calshot and Lepe and Dorset and Devon and Cornwall and the clouds - I'm going to race them there tomorrow - bugger the conventional world and its stupid phone calls..