Sunday, March 16, 2025

     Before breakfast I start writing a list of jobs for the day.  Of course, once I write the list I tend to forget, as if just writing them down is the equivalent of actually doing them.  I am relieved of the burden of doing the work. These are the same jobs of past lists. I tell myself, look even if you do them today, you will still have to do it again this month. Household jobs never end.

     We eat pizza and watch last week’s Colbert shows. No news. It was good to laugh as we eat dinner.

     Still many puddles in the driveway. The sun come out and the day warms up. Lots of birds busy in the garden.

     I started reading again THE ART OF DEATH, Writing the Final Story by Edwidge Danticat, a favorite author. I can read only a few pages at a time of this dense short book. But the book opens my mind to life and death possibilities. I continue to read Liane Moriarty’s book for entertainment.