There is more life than I can use, so I squander it on fruitless things like video games or bad books or going to bed early. The funny way life inches forward mostly unseen. The spring blooms that would bring new life, or the gray molds that would choke it. Both take hold in the dark. And I collapse into bed and rise again each day inching forward too. More life than I can use so I save it. Knowing no matter what, I will lose it. The pattern of days a playground or trap.
Bill Pearse 
An uncomfortable truth that I’m feeling intensely now, having read your post.
I wonder how to spend this day.
Best get about it.
Cheers, Bill.
DD
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Oh no I hope I didn’t mess with your day yesterday DD?!
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No. My life, is a bit constrained by caring for Zsor-zsor these days and I realised that entertaining rituals helps me to cope with that, and perhaps create something a little bit meaningful out of routine.
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Yes I can imagine…here’s to meaning out of the routine. That’s my life in a nutshell too…thinking about you and wishing you well David.
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