I am breakfasting with Paul – oatmeal – and drinking coffee. I know I’m being a slug so I’m encouraging Paul to get me exercising so we went for a constitutional this morning. Margot thought about coming along for the first little bit but she’s even lazier than I am.
I have been watching the world, and I am not happy with the signs. I do not trust the future; I’m uneasy in the present and the past is gnawing at me. Many different waves are coming at me and I am reminded of Loppe’s comment to Gelis, “Buoyancy, mademoiselle, is always an asset.”
I am hoping my mother will get some mileage out of the Henry Thomas Wake diaries – there’s somebody in England who runs a lovely blog who’s interested in them.
The homily is stalled on the notion that if you can’t connect cognitive bias to a story (without stories how shall the people live?) the homily itself will be lifeless and unmemorable.
The hymns, fortunately, are picked out and off to the accompanist, thank you Marnie!
I borrowed Mike’s 12 string Aria electric, and now I’m in the market for an amp.
Tom is working on my subwoofer for the car. I may have to buy a new one, and it’s my own fault for letting groceries slosh around in front of the unprotected cone.
Now it’s time to get a real start on the day. I like this getting up and going for a walk. I do feel very awake.
Paul fixed up my bike so I could give it to Katie and we haven’t seen hide nor hair of her. She’s been working almost every day though.
I am having SEVERE “the Wire” deficiency. I love that show, and we can’t get more of it from Zip until we start returning things.
Jeff and I watched the Departed. That is also a very good watch. Leo diCaprio was so visceral….
