I would like to say I am fighting getting old, but that’s not true. The house is a trash pit. I sort of eat a balanced diet. The house is my prison.

What we learn in chemistry regarding entropy should be the ultimate caveat for living. We move toward disorder inexorably, but a few inputs of energy can slow the decline.

I should throw away more, drink less coffee, go to more meetings, start swimming every day.. etc. etc., etc.,

Much as I love the porch , it’s time to be about my self-care.

That’s it for now