A Thought

 There are things that I have difficulty admitting. That I sometimes feel lonely these days. That I've almost given up on life. The thought of admitting such things causes me to feel like a failure where I once felt like I made a difference in this world.. 

More Notes and Thoughts

• I think that I enjoy the search, the actual digging through endless bins, stacks and crates of old vinyl records more than the listening part of it all.
• Since this whole covid thing started back in March, each weekend I ask myself, will I still be feeling well a week from now? Not a great way to live a life is it.
• I love the moments when you suddenly recall that you have ice cream in the freezer.
• Wandering out to the mailbox after notification that a new book of poetry is waiting!!! A great way to go into the weekend.
• Had I known how this was going to turn out I would have opted for it to end yesterday.
• I love the title of this new book of poetry .... 'An Absence of Saints' Seems appropriate to these days.

Notes and Such On Assorted Stuff

• There's nothing quite like the first time you hear a new great song by one of your favorite musicians or band. And you're captured by these new sounds and pretty much reduced to thinking, "Wowwwww!!"
• After something like ninety consecutive days at work, you eventually become numb to it all. The thought of a day off feels in a way, strangely depressing. But I don't want to be misunderstood here. I would jump for joy right now for a day off. I'm pretty much willing to commit most major crimes in exchange for 24 hours to myself. 
• A very good friends tormentor has passed away. Someone who has put her through hell for five years. Is it wrong of me to feel happy for her? 
• This whole life thing ..... It's almost funny how one day you're eighteen and seemingly the next, you're nearing sixty-five. If granted a mulligan, which year would I choose to do over?
• My assistant at work confided to me today that she has bouts of depression, that her meds were not working today and began crying. I suddenly wonder if I'm asking too much of her? Tomorrow will be the beginning of asking less of her.

Lacking Sugar

Ran into the son of an old friend. It was he who recognized me. I failed to recognize him because the last time I saw him he was about eight years old. He's full grown now. He and his brother once made a batch of cookies for me where salt was mistaken and substituted for sugar in the recipe. Purely accidental I was told. I used to wonder. He remembered the story. In fact he was the one who brought it up. Apparently he was told of my reaction upon first taste.