Friday, November 21, 2008
It's already Thursday. Not too glorious, I know, but my week begins there - with a signal from you that, for at least two days, I have to be nowhere and do nothing. I can just spend time on my opinions. At the moment, I still have most of the morning. So, that's good, I believe. I'm sitting back and watching the minutes going. When l spoke to you last night, it was merely an exercise; but you knew that; though you didn't say. Maybe I mentioned it; I can't remember. Now I'm eating, despite my better judgement. I feel disappointed with myself, but I'm not offering this for comment. Why am I so introspective these days? I hate this weather, too.