I just had a good sit on the toilet and now I feel a bit better. Not a typo. Sometimes I will go in to "use the facilities" and while sitting on the toilet I just space out. It happens quite frequently, actually. No clocks in the bathroom. No time. I have no idea how long I've been in there. Just be. Am. In the light and bright bathroom upstairs, not the red dusky one downstairs. Clarity of thought. Of oneness with all things, etc. When I am writing and I am stuck, I go into the bathroom and sit down. I don't know what it is about being in a tiny little room with no time and lots of water but--
oh, that