{"id":19310,"date":"2021-08-24T07:08:15","date_gmt":"2021-08-24T14:08:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/?p=19310"},"modified":"2021-09-19T10:10:33","modified_gmt":"2021-09-19T17:10:33","slug":"aug-24-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/2021\/08\/24\/aug-24-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Aug 24 Foggy Day In Vietnam"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Blaise Pascal<\/strong><\/p>\n

I don’t know if we had frost, I woke too late to see, but it could have happened. The grass was certainly wet enough to cause fog. Which is exactly what I had this morning as I woke. I was walking and thinking in slow motion again. I think the last time I had that was in July. It is an almost out-of-body experience. Walking happens in slow motion,\u00a0 thinking as well, but there is some part of my mind that works in real-time because I am aware that it is happening.<\/p>\n

I manage to walk outside take a few pics, make coffee, and sit down and type a few words. I think it is just taking a while for my body and brain to wake up on these days. I seem to be ok now. Maybe it is as simple as I need the caffeine, or I didn’t get enough sleep. Whatever it is, it’s interesting.<\/p>\n

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