I can’t sleep. This is not ideal. It’s 11:26pm in Mexico City and I’m sitting in the living room of my Airbnb and I can’t sleep.
I just put on a playlist called “Selva” on YouTube Music. Maybe this will help. Otherwise the plan is just to get into bed soon and read the book Sleeping Bear by Connor Sullivan.
I definitely like Mexico City better than Guadalajara. Like, it’s not even close.
I feel like I just had two or three coffees. Damnit.
I wish I could talk to you about something profound. But I don’t know if I have anything profound. And I don’t really want to just tell you everything I did today.
Well, I guess I could, since that would only take a few seconds. I got my teeth cleaned. Darren and I rode bikes to La Condesa and got lunch at Ojo de Agua. I got a haircut and a shave. I got a chai latte. I started filling out my paperwork for the Chile covid stuff. We got burgers. I worked a bit, namely prepping tasks and seeing which ones are gonna require questions. I had two glasses of wine. I did some pullups. I did some pushups. I did some dips.
But these are the things I DID. What about the things I…..did.
When I woke up I cracked the sliding glass door and watched two morning doves sit on the railing. The looked in at me over their shoulders and I thought they might fly in. The air smelled cool and clean and like Mexico City. I enjoyed lying in bed, happy that I’d been able to get back to sleep after waking up at 7:30am.
I rode the bike standing up, gleefully hopping all the deformities in the pavement.
I stared at myself in the mirror of the barbershop, willing my beard to be gone. And then when it was gone I thought, I like this so much better. Why do I let myself have a beard. And on the way out I said, “Que tengan buena tarde” to all the people in the barbershop.
After watching the morning doves I enjoyed a cup of coffee by myself on the balcony, looking out at the plants and at the world trade center building behind me.
I didn’t shower.
Let’s talk about things I didn’t do.
I didn’t shower.
I didn’t change clothes except for my pants and shirt. I put on my Surf Wyoming shirt.
I didn’t write any booking descriptions.
I didn’t write Clara back.
I didn’t book my ticket to Chile.
I didn’t do my physical therapy. But I did do yoga.
I didn’t meet any new people.
I didn’t smoke any cigarettes.
I didn’t eat breakfast.
I didn’t boulder.
I think it’s about time for me to get into bed. Or at least try. I’ll read my book and hopefully that’ll relax me and I’ll be able to sleep. We’ll see.
I’m not going to publish this I’m gonna wait till tomorrow to see what kind of disaster it is.