I feel like the month of June was a blur.
Each week was a repeat of the last one. I definitely got into bit of a funk, compared to May. I wasn’t waking up early, doing less, skipping some days on yoga and avoiding people. It could be just a cycle and all I have to do is ride it out.
It was the final weekend of June 2020. A weekend, again, consisting of coffee, reading, parks and walks.
Occupy City Hall – demand $1bn NYPD budget cut
