Slept so cosily. Some nice cuddling. My bike was outside and I kept thinking I was hearing it being stolen, so I woke up a lot of times through the night. Good dreams. Work. Stressful.
I was in a funny mood most of the day. I think I had a really nice trip and had some nice meet-ups with people, but then I had a heap of stuff (dirty clothes, computers, my bike, etc) that I needed to actually get home. That stressed me out and I just wanted to snap my fingers and be teleported home. Maybe I was also washed out from being away from home and routine, and from seeing a lot of people for the past week - including a completely new person, [REDACTED]. I had a strange melancholy about it all. I might need to become a monk and go completely solitary and have no relationships to stress about other than my relationship with the Lord.
I checked out from the hotel earlier than I had planned to and worked from a gutter near Southern Cross station. Real digital nomad hours. Changed my ticket from the late train to the afternoon one. Then the train got delayed an hour, and I had beef with a 76 year old man who stole my seat and then didn’t want to give it - or the seat next to my seat - back to me because he hadn’t had a booster?? That exchange got somewhat willing. Then the train was cancelled and replaced by a bus from Geelong. Very uncomfortable and there were further annoyances on that leg of the journey. Finally got home marginally earlier than I would have if I’d just taken the late train. Snacks. Shower. Check on the plants and seeds. Back in my bed. M: 5. E: 4.5. 😴😓😔🥰😤
