Wednesday, March 25, 2020

How to Face the Void

I wrote more today about the gym.  I wrote for a long time.  Some of it was o.k. and some of it was stilted.  I will go back in the morning and see what works.

Tonight, though, I feel better than I have for a long time.  I did light exercise this morning before I took an almost five mile walk.  Afterwards I showered and ate and felt better, not worse.  So maybe, fingers crossed, I am at the end of illness.  I will never know if I had Trump-19 or something else.  So be it.  Whatever it was, I have survived for another day--or so it seems.

What I would like now is a really good taco.  Or some Thai food.  Something.  I have made every meal for myself these past two weeks.  I'm a good basic cook, and my meals are plenty healthy, but I need somebody else's cooking now.  How long?  Maybe in a couple days I can make a grocery run.  I will buy potato chips and ice cream, I fear.  I will buy frozen pizzas and Jimmy Dean Breakfast Sandwiches.

I guess I want a cheeseburger in paradise.

Trust me, this is a good thing.

I will go and watch some television in a bit.  Maybe the sailing videos I've been watching on YouTube, maybe "Emma," as recommended by Lisa.  I have almost finished another Houellebecq novel, and maybe I will before bed.

Mostly tonight I am grateful.  I want to thank those of you who come here, and especially those of you who drop a note now and then, for keeping me from despair.  Making pictures and making stories is one way of facing the void.

But people. . . that's the other.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you, as well, for sharing your talent in writing (and in photography) with us! The Cafe continues to help us believe that it's still all OK somehow.