Everything about yesterday was strangely muted. The grayness of the sky set about absorbing all the color from the ground that dare appear and the thick humidity seeped into everyone walking or driving in it. A deep sea diver slowness took over everything. I was operating through several layers of wet tissue. My mind could do one thing at a time. So I adapted.
Yoga. Not biking. Reading, not writing. No music. No TV. No Loud noises. Energy level: 1.