on (not) running

This morning

while rushing to the trolleybus in the rain

and without any concious thinking

the right word struck me

as to why I am unable to go jogging these days:

I used to feel invincible while running

and about the opposite way (would it be "conquered"?)

for the last year or so

Other than this, the sad truth is that I feel

growing unease ever since I got off the coach on Mars tér last night

no doubt it's mostly because of my procrastinated duties

and the ever rising amount of stuff in my room

I also didn't sleep 6 hours last night

meaning that I got everything wrong at work today

but after work I bought vegetables

got the paper bags from J.

made bacon & eggs for dinner

did the most pressing proofreading task

gave rainwater to the orchids

and read Station Eleven for more than an hour

instead of the usual mindless scrolling

a pretty productive day, I have to say