Recent content by Light Housework

That is my neighbourhood. It’s my regular route, up the hill, through the park, and back down to go home. It’s a beautiful spring day to be wearing sweatpants and a fleece hoodie over a flannel shirt, carrying Morrissey sticky notes in the shirt pocket. I wonder if the crows will go into dive...

Grantley Hall is coming along.

From my walk today.

I’ll put this here to remind me to listen to it later.

I gave several Morrissey sticky notes away today, and one man and his wife on my way back home, said that they checked out Morrissey’s music and like it. They’re going to a Black Crows concert tonight at the Queen Elizabeth theatre, and told me to listen to their song She Talks to Angels...

I enjoyed writing up some sticky notes, am feeling cheerful, and my lung is not feeling terrible. Still sickly, but right now it’s not overwhelming. This astronaut is going for a walk soon, and Morrissey, if you don’t put your arms around me today, I will do my best to maintain hope that the day...

Seeing this posted by This Charming Bowie has cheered me up, despite my right lung feeling plagued. I will clean myself up, write some Morrissey sticky notes, and go for a walk.

He’s looking really well.

This cheers me up. Thanks!

I’ll Never Be Anybody’s Hero Now

I went for my walk along my usual route, and my lung didn’t bother me. I had hoped you’d be at my door when I got home Morrissey. It feels pleasant to hope to be with you. I’m enjoying not feeling bad at the moment, though I know it won’t last. I don’t know if I’ll paint today, tomorrow, or even...

Sorry, I’ve been feeling so shitty that it didn’t occur to me to click like. I did admire the gif a bit.

Although my right lung doesn’t feel okay, it’s been better than yesterday. Nausea hasn’t plagued me today. I just rattle coughed now, after feeling some discomfort crop up in my affected lung. It’s demoralizing, and I don’t feel like writing Morrissey sticky notes, though I’m hoping I will go...

After lying down for a while, the hint of nausea is gone and my appetite is back. My lung’s not hurting. But I expect the pain to return. My lung still feels sickly. I’m not in the mood to paint. I won’t forget having felt so bad earlier. I will again feel so bad, soon, I expect. The rattling...

I don’t feel up to painting at all.