It’s not too unusual to blog on the move, but this is weird as hell.
There are cars on the road, but it’s sparse. Some dog walkers were ahead of me on the way. They took one look and crossed the road. It feels, strange outside. It’s like nothing looks different, but I feel as if someone will spring out of nowhere any minute. The world is all uncanny valley. I decided not to even deal with the silence, and Jason Mraz is doing a good job of blocking it out.
There are people ahead I have to plan to dodge except, they all do it first. I’m talking quite some way ahead. I am the sort to cross the road not to pass people if I feel fragile, but it’s weird to have everyone do it for me. Even so I’m keeping my eye out. Mum is driving my stuff over now.
This could be my last time outside besides the garden for months. I’m in this for the long haul, and – someone was around a corner. I’m holding the phone in front of me as I write, or I wouldn’t have seen them. This is intense. Doesn’t help my left leg is threatening to collapse. I do not do well after a long time.
More people out than I expected. It’s like a weird game. It would be funny. In a way it is. Then you remember why. I’m almost there now which is good as my leg is burning. There’s a good chance I’ll be back on my stick after I can go out again. I am not looking forward to that.
I will say this. The air is somehow fresher. Here now. I’ll update tomorrow.