March 9, 2024

Back to painting. Felt a physical need to move brush across canvas. 

Walgreen’s refilled two prescriptions without fuss, delay, or a flurry of phone calls. Nearly fainted. The trailer park couple before me in line had to negotiate among cash and a gift card and a credit card to pay for their prescriptions. Sometimes I accept the reminders of how relatively easy I have it. 

Tax man emails that I’ll get a modest refund from the US and owe modestly to the state. Better than the many thousands I owed in the past. 

On the phone with C, whose girlfriend is pregnant. They’re coming over next Monday for dinner. I suppose this means the end of my trying to get him into bed.