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.
