I’m feeling low and out-of-sorts today. I don’t know why. It’s only noon on an open Monday. With me adrift on a sea of apathy. Not unhappy. But not happy, either. Writing these words may shake me out of the revery. Fingers crossed for that. Still icy fingers this day. Another thing I can’t explain. I’ve plenty to do. And little I want to do. So, let’s get these 200 words done, then inbox zero, then some reading. Oh, and a little TheThereThere for this week would be wise. To get ahead of the deadline by a few days.

It’s a pretty day. Plus, there was the serendipitous pleasure of finding a new short book: “Rain.” This slim volume thing has me hooked, at least for a while. At this moment I’ve got too much. Too many things. Too much of interest. And little demand for me to deal with anything. Let’s make a deal: No more anything for a while. Other than anythings that I’ve already got committed to. There is the matter of feeling that I’m not working on the cancer. But I’m not clear what, if anything, I could or should do there. Keep paying attention, I guess.