Diary 138

Monday, August 2nd

I’ll confess, time is starting to feel a bit drifty. It’s easy to lose track of things when it’s hot. I defer going out, doing errands, and the rest just sort of doesn’t happen either. I love it. I’m in a space of simply being.

And what could be ‘wrong‘ with that?  Nothing, except that our manic culture tends to make us feel as if we’re somehow morally deficient if we’re not constantly ‘doing’.

Sometimes I wish our ‘president’ would feel the same way.  Just stop making problems for everyone. OK, he plays ‘golf’ a lot, but all I ever see is pictures of an obese man standing well off the fairway, looking tough and as if he’s ‘winning’.  He’s not.  He’s just sliced a ball incompetently into the rough. Now he’s being investigated by the tax office. Have fun, old con man. Your day of reckoning is coming. You earned it.