I had a good day yesterday. Made the bed. Took down the Christmas decorations. Talked to my children. Talked to old friends. Watched a bit of TV. Bought some shoe polish. Checked the mail. Got a package. And my college team won a basketball game. Pretty ordinary stuff. Still, I feel blessed. I have a roof over my head. Food to eat. A car to drive. A little money in the bank. And most of my faculties, as far as I know.

Today will be much like yesterday. I’ll eat breakfast. Check the mail. Read some emails. See if I sold any books. See if I can figure out how to sell a few more. Start planning for the next book or books. Dinner is a mystery. I haven’t really thought about it. I suppose I should at some point. But most days it just sneaks up on me and I have to see what’s available. I am no gourmand.

I can hear the cat at the door, which means she wants in. It shall be so. It’s nice to have someone seek out your company even if its only a hungry cat. And that thought has me at a dead-end. Maybe this is a way out. We all need escape hatches. Ways to get out of conversations, phone calls, relationships, bad jobs, bad lives, you name it. In this case, it’s a way to get out of this little essay that will barely approach 300 words, which is the usual target. That’s okay. I’ve said too much already. Have a nice day.