I have an extra hour today and don’t know what to do with it. It’s really 11:18, instead of 10:18, but I feel less unsettled about plopping down money I don’t have for a blog that no one will read but me. Why did I do this? Because I haven’t written anything since grad school except a couple of obituaries. Because I’m sad. Because I should have done it months ago when my cancer therapist said journaling was a good tool for stress relief. Because I used to be good at it.

I have a lot of cats. I like to hike. These things keep me busy outside of the tedious routine of work-home-bed-work-home-bed. They sometimes keep me from being sad.