What a strange world it is, and to be back in it is quite something.
The computer took a vacation, and staunchly refused to stay on for any decent length of time. So, an organ transplant occurred and we are back with much the same thing we started with. A little more fleet of foot, a little different, but here I am posting at the same spot.
We need things so desperately.
I wish one could solve the problem of money, but it is not to be. We live in a country where socialists must be at least decently paid.
One might as well bang one's head against the wall, but one does go on doing so.
This is not a sad thought, but a rather happy one that I hope says something about the nature of the universe itself.
It tries and struggles to be...and here we are...but, at the bottom of it all, it seems to be nothing. We must convince ourselves of our own lives on some level every day.
And so...life was quieter without a computer. Though, it seemed, more of a life.
Much more time to think.
Now I must share.
That is a life too.
Such as it is.