October 9, 2020

6:17pm, N Hunter Street and E Eager Street, Baltimore, MD

One of those days where I had a specific site in mind and as I approached it, decided it wasn't the right one for today. I had a backache most of the day until I took a couple of ibuprofen. I woke up in a bad head space but slept in a bit and then woke up feeling less pessimistic. Today's dance felt good to make. There wasn't much flat space for me to move on. Having restrictions and physical objects to move against is sometimes helpful. I've stopped watching my dance altogether. I'm not sure if that's because of a lack of interest, mild embarrassment, or what. I am dancing in front of an on-ramp for 83. An idea for the virtual performance has hit me as I write. A lot of thoughts have crossed my mind as I sit to write. Most of them have nothing to do with today's dance. The lull of traffic sounds distract me. My sweat is cooing me down. I can't decide if I am hungry or full. It's Friday. I am okay. Day two hundred eighty-three.