Sunday Project—no—I'm not going out to breakfast this Sunday, so no Sunday Project—I got a late start—I'm at home—I'm going to do a little on the computer and then go for a walk/do errands—I guess I don't even feel like going to breakfast today for whatever reason (almost always feel like it). But not today—so much better to spend that $12 (what breakfast costs these days) on a day when I feel like going somewhere for breakfast/or lunch and writing (which might well be tomorrow). Anyway, today is 9/11—obviously, and the unforgettable anniversary—but 15 years—hard to believe—it's also (yesterday) two years since Cindy died—also hard to believe. I don't like thinking about that too much—but it's making me want to avoid people (also social media versions of people) and I'm instead thinking about eulogies and how a lot of people consider them important. Maybe they are—but I don't ever ever want to write/perform a eulogy.
This is the third (after “Memoir” and “Notebook Journals”) online journal consisting of entries typed from notebook pages. Presented here in chronological order, starting at the beginning of 2016 and continuing on, until death do us part.
(Please Note: This is in "Blog" format, so to read journals in chronological order, start at the bottom, with the oldest post first, and read upward.)