“Is it possible to say “It was a beautiful morning at the end of November” without feeling like Snoopy?” ~ Umberto Eco
“But what use is the unicorn to you if your intellect doesn’t believe in it?” ~ Umberto Eco
“The older I grow and the more I abandon myself to God’s will, the less I value intelligence that wants to know and will that wants to do; and as the only element of salvation I recognize faith, which can wait patiently, without asking too many questions.” ~ Umberto Eco
A storm or two looms not far beyond the horizon. Perhaps rain beginning this evening. The metaphorical storm upon this nation is already here, so . . . whatever. Just friggin whatever. The news emerging from the Right Wing perceptual bubble Universe can be infuriating, to say the least, yet I remain fascinated and excited. The story value, that’s what does it for me. As for now, the coffee is all gone. The cat was up and about but she has settled back down onto her paper grocery bag on the floor. She has never been one to enter the bags. She has, from day one, laid upon them. She’s a weirdo in that respect, as far as cats go. Speaking of cats, the animal shelter where I used to work is opening up a combination resale store and cat cafe. Cat Cafe! How cool is that. You go in for a cup of coffee, and hang out with a dozen cats for a while. I’m not one to hang out in coffee shops but I will visit this one on occasion for sure. Beyond all that I feel some agitation within but likely that will pass once I am out in public doing what I do out there before I scurry back home to my Fortress of Introversion. Tomorrow will likely be one of those profound rest days. Still feeling physically somewhat a kilter. But better. Definitely better. Mentally and emotionally I feel battered and bandaged, as usual. I think it serves us well to check in with these feelings periodically. It makes me somewhat squirmy to say that living in the moment is all there is – really, all there is. Who am I to question the Perennial Philosophy? Right? Wellll . . . actually I don’t mind if I do. I firmly believe that Life must be toyed with, in a positive sense, to get the most out of it. In this regard writing is my most predominant tool. Now, it’s time to put the tool down and get to preppin’ for the workday. Later, y’all.
All is well. Goof gloriously.