What Next?

Nothing new, of course. The next is the same as the last, and identical to the one in the middle.

So to break the monotony--We knew a guy once who they said used to preach to his dog, which was a hyperactive Saint Bernard. I wonder what his text was. Maybe "be still." Or "what aileth thee?"

And if you get tired of the daily routine, you can just go out and see how many disappointments you can find. If a guy almost runs you over, you think, what an idiot (him, not me), but anyway I survived. But if a person of the more friendly type says we don't want you here, it's harder to take. And if you're the sensitive type, you think, what an idiot (me, not him), for presuming. And then you can watch someone else's cute kid and remember that you used to have such kids once, and cactus plants are a poor substitute.

So I bought frozen spinach, but it wasn't frozen in leaves, but in blocks of leaves. I think that was intentional, and not just a result of inconsistent freezer temperatures.

And then there are probably things to do, but if I die tomorrow, and they're not done, no one will notice. What is actually essential, anyway? At this very moment, there is probably some right thing to do. If I figure it out, I'll do it. If I can't figure it out, I'll just do something anyway. Is there anything that, if I don't do it today, I will regret tomorrow? I wish I had energy, ambition, wisdom, good health, imagination, or any of the above. The only thing I do have is determination, such as it is.