Sunday, November 2, 2025

     I am obsessed with stuff, piles of unusable stuff on tables and chairs. Stuff I don’t know what to do with.  Maybe I will need it in the future. Is it usable by anyone else?   Mostly I just don’t see it. When I do see the piles. I am shocked and feel helpless. I make plans to work on one area at a time. Quickly the stuff becomes invisible again.

     The heater is fixed.  Rather I have a new heater installed for a huge amount of money. My old heater is dying. This morning, I turn on the heater and the house warms up.  Magic.

     In the evening while my roommate is out partying, I watch an Apple TV show called LONG WAY HOME. Two older guys ride antique motorcycles around Europe. This is the fourth in a twenty year series.  No murders, or stand up comedians or tense political intrigue. Two old guys talking and riding motorcycles in beautiful areas. They don’t think they are old.

     I am in the middle of DEATH OF THE AUTHOR, a quite wonderful Sci-Fi novel.