Wednesday, Wednesday

Woke up.  Cut grass in bare feet, not a good idea; nonetheless.  Fed neighbor's dog.  Ate a lemon tart, feel better mentally.  Alert, coffee drinking fool that I am. 

Have decided that I need to blog every day regardless of how lazy I am.  Aimless too. 

That is all.  This is a public diary.  How scary.   But, fun.  We are all similar, similar dreams:  the same anatomical features, humans are all more alike than different.   Some just don't know it yet.    They might if they'd put down their damn guns and stop killing themselves, each other, The Earth, and wild animals.  Hmmph.

My thoughts are scattered and random today, and I think I'll go with that.  I'm still introspective, but since yesterday my mood has lightened considerably.  I'm not as angry as I was yesterday.

I live a cavernous life.   Not quite sure what is meant by this remark, but I like it.  It fits. 

The house is still not sold.  Sighing.

Sometimes a gal just needs a little honey, so I set it out so I can remember to put some into my beverage later.  For now, though:  grilled cheese, and I've discovered that Applegate Farms's pepper jack cheese makes great grilled cheese sandwiches.   Perfect.

While eating, I was reading an article in The New Yorker about the rebellion in Libya, and the camaraderie I felt, although one sided, was real.  I hurt for these people, and the fact that some of the rebels were killed.    It surely personalizes the human toll when a man therein mentioned loses his son to Qaddifi's army.   Could happen to any one of us.   It would behoove us in America to remember these events as a testimony as to how fortunate we are.    Some of those went there to help are Americans.  

I seem to always have a vague sense of disquiet that there is something I am not doing.  I'm afraid I'm going to forget something important, and this causes anxiety.   Logically, it will be alright, but I still grow anxious.