Went to bed thinking I had a subject for today’s essay. Woke up with no subject in mind. That’s a little disconcerting. I mean, I’m unable to remember anything at all about what I was thinking. Maybe it’s an indication the subject I thought I had, wasn’t really all that good. Usually, the opposite occurs. I wake up and its right there almost fully blown with enough to get me through at least two paragraphs if not the full three. So, I guess I’ll do what I do when this happens, ramble and hope something pops up.

It’s raining outside, which is good. But it’s dark which is bad because yours truly enjoys daylight and needs sun to keep away the worst vestiges of seasonal affected disorder which usually builds up and slams me to the ground in January and February. Although, since my retirement that seems lot less of a problem than previously, because now I can go outside any time I want and stay there as long as the weather permits. Although, this year might be problematic since it will be compounded by the passing of my wife.

I guess I’ll do what I’m doing now. Take it one day at a time. Which, when you think about it, is really the only option available. I’ve yet to meet anyone able to live more than one day at a time. And this is where the essay gets tricky. The end is near and this needs to wrap up and usually I try to make a point or sum it up with a nice bow. But since we’re on the subject of life, sometimes it just reaches the end and stops.