My clock says it’s 3:33. Maybe that’s the diet version of 666 , with only half of the demonic evil.
I went to bed early. Then I awoke and went in the other room, tried to sleep there, but came downstairs and watched pointless videos on Internet Archive. I would scroll through, hoping to find anything to watch.
Yesterday evening, I made macaroni and cheese from scratch, just to be doing something. Tasted pretty good too.
The sadness persists. The loneliness. I’m going back to bed.
KT Workman said:
I wonder how many of us in our later years experience sadness…I think many do. What we have now is not what we hoped for. We look back, wish we had made different choices, but now it’s too late to do much about it. So we soldier on, sometimes wishing it all would all just end.