It’s a cloudy morning. I woke up to the yammer of the loud new neighbors on their cell phone outside at 6:00 a.m. Do they care? Nope. They yammered until just now, 8:30.
Needless to say, my head hurts viciously this morning since rising.
The power of positive thinking finally stepped forward after coffee and pills. I needed to breathe, so I spent some time actually trying a special breathing exercise, which is something I haven’t done in years.
Amazingly, it worked. I feel less aged now.
This has become a busy neighborhood lately. At times I’m pretty sure the supposed pandemic lockdown has lifted, at least around here. Who knows? Housing construction and remodeling is underway.
The squeaky mechanics of garbage trucks barrels noisily down the street. It’s loudly crazy around here. I cope as best I can.
It’s obviously not as quiet as the acreage where I lived in Michigan. Sometimes I miss it, but not often. I just need to find a way to move around and expose myself to noises. I don’t think anyone realizes what a person with this type of brain injury has to do to cope every day.