All bottles have tops.
To keep things in, yes; but they’re removable so you can get things out, too.
I’ve been feeling a little trapped, lately; dissatisfied with everything and I don’t want to post about it because unending negativity isn’t becoming to anyone. (And no one wants to hear it anyhow.)
It’s nothing specific, really, other than it’s spring and as a result most of the rest of the world is doing what spring is all about — pairing off and partnering up.
It’s been warm enough to ride my bike, but I’ve been sleeping instead. Or writing, or working, or otherwise finding things to do besides ride. I need to stop that.
The sleeping isn’t a good sign—it’s one of my escapes (because it’s cheap and I like it).
Still going round with that conundrum I posted before.
I’ve figured a few things out, which is nice, but they’re of no real consequence.
A friend of mine is having a tough time and I’m no good at distance comfort. If I were there, I would simply be with them, feed them or hug them or whatever they needed. Being ca. 3000 miles away, all I have are words, and I’m afraid they’re never enough, never the right ones, never what they need.
And now I need to go to sleep, because I can’t keep my eyes open all that well.
You kids be good to yourselves and one another, and I’ll see you in the morning.
