Friday, May 26, 2023

The glistening photographs of plates of cooked food in the New York times no longer appeal to me. I start to see the suffering animals. Also, my appetite is not so strong now. I was vegetarian when I was younger, maybe I am going in that direction again.

I remembered last night my mid-twenties, how life was full of despair and failure.  For two years I met with a local psychiatrist weekly to survive and heal. It was such a long time ago. My twenties were much more traumatic than any other part of my life. I am glad to be alive.

A new book has arrived. TURTLE DIARY by Russell Hoban, from 1975. A warm delightful book.

I watched bits and pics of shows before I just turned off the TV and went back to reading.