No cuido

I really don’t care. This past month or more I haven’t cared about anything. I don’t care that much about keeping in contact with people, going to any trouble for people or generally getting up off my arse to do something. As a result, I haven’t written anything in my diary for over two weeks. I did try, but technology conspired against me. So I’ve had apathy on a scale I’ve never experienced before, like I’m dropping everything to stare at something. What it is, I don’t know.

Going to Menorca on Sunday morning. I’ve had this daydream in work of renting out a car and going for long drives on my own up the right-hand side of the road, which is perfectly safe to do there since the steering-wheels are all on the left (how quaint). Gonna try and make that happen anyway. I think it’s going to be a pretty remote place where we’re staying so as much as I hope to be inspired into writing by the Menorcan landscape, I may not find anywhere to type up Mediterranean-tinged entries. So this could be goodbye for two weeks or more. If so, goodbye. I’ll have my phone with me if anyone wants to text me. I was hoping to write a really upbeat entry before I went on holidays but here it is now, subdued.

“Hacer la cosa apropiada” volverá pronto.

j

p.s. hope you all like the grey-like-my-brain revamp.