My heels are rough (diabetes). The bed is nice, lots of pillows and blankets. My hands have paint on them. My back hurts. I’m listening to Arctic Monkeys.the lyrics are good. It’s sort of dusk, not quite though. My house is hiding behind my neighbor’s tree. It feels like I’m in a tree house as I look out the windows next to the bed. We might need a new lamp.
My eyeballs are crossing.