I was busy this morning. Nothing much in the afternoon. It's been gloomy all day and no bike riding because it's been raining. That's unusual for this time of year at where I am. I'm feeling depressed with so much time and not having much to do.

I don't know what's going on outside of where I live. There's a little dirt parking lot (enough for five or six cars) for the place and a sign just got put up saying "no parking" for Monday; and it's going to last a whole month. For some time, I've had a fantasy that the apartment where I live may go through a change and we'd have to leave. I haven't heard anything, but you never know. I'm feeling a some inner turmoil but maybe I'm over exaggerating. I'm having anxiety thinking there might be some parking problems for a whole month now.