Things are heavy. My guts said, ride your bike. Get outside. Find your balance. Then my bike broke. Again. I walked it to the shop and dropped it off. Then I ate and climbed into a friends car and headed out of town. We got a lot of sun. We swam under waterfalls and talked about the past and reapplied sunscreen and climbed fences. Trespassing in the name of social distancing and calmer waters. Driving back into town we were tired and unaware that just a mile or two up the road protesters had blocked off the interstate.
Day 140: Shaved zucchini, kimchi, tomatoes and bloobs with pepitas and coconut oil.