Funny mood..... in These titles mean nothing.

That’s what I’m in. Not funny ha ha. Not funny ironic - though George Carlin’s differentiation between ironic and coincidental has made me scared to death to use either word.

Anyway it’s been a while and I am here and you are there and now we are together but not too close. As it should be.

It’s almost 11 am on a Saturday, the first day of October. I am at my kitchen table. Doors and windows open slightly, some air moving. Barefoot but with a bunch of layers on top. (Jeans between)

I have plans for the day. But I may not get to them.

Yesterday I voted and paid property taxes and went to the library and to the grocery store and forgot to buy gas.

Today I haven’t done anything. I am eating a lot again, still.

I am somewhat unhappy. Or may be just unmotivated. I need a fire lit under me. Or do I?

I feel the impossibility of writing rational sentences. I just want to type randomly. God how much fun can it be to read this? Not much.

Look, I’ll come back when I have something to say.