Day 21,697 in A small but passable life.

Coffee with a few dozen pages read of the biography this morning. Chef-Boy-R-Dee Beefaroni for lunch. A few hours lying by the pool under a partly cloudy sky with an ambient air temperature of 70 degrees listening to NPR. A nice shave and shower. Back in my chair online noticing that it was 7 degrees with a wind chill of -5 back in the Ozark’s. Remembering those winters sleeping that good sleep in the van. Nope. Done with cold. Done with even slightly chilly. No sense in it. Going on nine months now not wearing socks or shoes. Frito pie for supper. A good game of Rummikub. Even though I didn’t win I had some remarkable draws from the pile. A nice long conversation with Daughter while she was working. Sounds of baking sheets sliding into ovens. She’s going to send me all the DVD’s. 50? 100? She’s watched them all many times. So have I. I could again. They’ll make good trading stock if needed in the future.

I should start walking.

I need to start walking.

Maybe.