This is one of those mornings where I have no idea what to write about. A lot happened yesterday. Too much in fact. Part of me feels like I am waiting for tomorrow to drive up to the Commanders game and watch the first football game in person in probably a decade. It will be fun. Or at least I hope it is. A bevvy of information hit my inbox last night. Some of it from the Commanders and some from other sources.
I am still working on family matters and organizing and dealing with the chaos of the last year. I do wonder if I am doing the right thing. After I took my father’s watches to my house I had a lengthy conversation with them, and they told me to look after my mom and sisters. Then my business had a bit of a downturn in May and June and I had to look after that, and I have my kids I am supposed to be looking after. If you’ve ever seen me at Shoney’s you’d know I like a full plate, but sometimes it feels like my cup runneth over with ascorbic acid.
I walked a fantastic Golden yesterday. It was one of those dog walks where you forget you’re walking a dog. You’re just out on a walk, and I know I should probably start walking in the morning and evenings. The problem would be I would go and buy a cigar for my walks and they would go from being a healthy activity to an unhealthy one.
It is in those walks, the ones where you are simply moving and not thinking, only being, where there are no worries, that we, for once in this hectic world, get to spend time with ourselves. No matter where you go there you are, but sometimes we’re never by ourselves even when we’re alone. We let the worries of the world overflow our conscious. We try and deal with problems we have no way of dealing with.
This has been a year where too much has ended up on my plate, but all I can do is deal with it and hope I don’t end up like the Glutton at the beginning of Se7en.
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