Phoning It In

 As you may have guessed, if you are a regular reader, and I know there are not many of those, that last week I was really not feeling like doing the blog.  The death of the friend from Covid took it out of me and I didn't have much to say. Blogging seemed senseless and useless and a waste of time.  In many ways it is.  But, so is most everything in life if one has that attitude.

I walk nearly every evening.  It is going to be a challenge as the days get shorter and shorter.  I have been walking a couple of miles a night.  Walking seems pointless without a dog.  So far my dog is still imaginary.  But, I have made some passing acquaintances in my walks.  There are a couple of people I talk to even without a dog.  A dog would add a whole other dimension with a poop bag and perhaps growling or barking.  Worrying about whether the dog was too hot or too cold.  Just taking care of myself is enough. I wonder sometimes if my attitude is like that toward blogging on a bad day.  Is it too much trouble, or something to add meaning to life?

This week life seems to be opening back up.  Covid is a terrible disease.  It is killing people before my eyes. I worry that it may kill me, so I try to keep safe, stay home, reduce risk, wear a mask and stay away from people and places where masks aren't worn. But, I have to keep living, to honor the life I have been given. I realize that I am rambling all over the place, but within this rambling post is something that I need to say, something that is true.  Last week was a sad week, but this week is a little better and so will the next and the next and the next be.  I will try not to phone it in on the blog.  Write or don't write, there is no try to paraphrase a famous philosopher.