The city at the edge of the universe

After two gloriously warm and sunny days the fog crept in yesterday afternoon. By 4pm the hills of Berkeley were pretty much covered in cool gray. I had to don a fleece jacket for my late night walk with the dork dog. It felt great to turn off the fan, leave the window open, and sleep in the cool damp.

This morning as I walked the dog I looked West. The fog bank obliterated the marina from view. Seeing beyond that was impossible and so this morning it seemed as if the world ended here at the edge of Berkeley and my funky little town was the last bastion of land.

Last night I cleaned and rearranged the livingroom. I'm not sure I like it. I moved the chaise lounge so it's perpendicular to the long wall. It makes for cozy tv watching, but it chops up the room so I lose the sense of spaciousness I've come to enjoy in there. I'll probably end up moving it back. But, for now, this will do. I'll live with it a few days and see what I think then.

The "sleepies" and feeling like I'm living in slo-mo seems to be at an end. I'm feeling much more normal than I was. And lifehiker was right, it took about a month! Yesterday was the first time in a long time I didn't just collapse as soon as I got home from work and woke suddenly to find I'd napped for 4 solid hours!

It's no longer Monday and the coffee is fresh.

This is a good thing.

I think I have a new online reading addiction!

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