Friday

Time is not a curse, time was given to us by the gods long ago so we could make sense of the world, so that the world would have order, or at least a beginning and an end.

Today I'll go into town, pick up supplies, take a swim, eat dinner in one of the two decent restaurant's, and come home when it's dark. Not a perfect day, but good enough.

Tomorrow, who knows? I'm living in upstate Wyoming, all bets are off, anything could happen, like summer snow.

Today, if I want to smoke a cigarette, I will. I mean I won't, but I could if I wanted to. Nobody would know.

And the day after tomorrow? Take a long walk, staying close to the dirt road so I don't get lost.