Walking with a ghost

Slept downstairs to stay out of the heat. The basement is full of shadows and has no doors. I kept imagining a ghost who would walk in. I looked for it, anticipated. It never came. I scared myself.

thou canst not smile as the wind sits

Dark house, red wine. Solo Friday night. The lack of structure is becoming a small problem for me. There seems to be almost no reason to do anything if I'm the only one in the house. I have the air conditioning off, so the basement is often the best option for a tolerable temperature. Making food, then eating too much. Playing video games. Drinking aforementioned red wine. Podcasts. It's a tough life.