I have been distracted by books and foreign movies that have subtitles and require undivided attention unless one wants to repeatedly press the go back option. “Oh, THAT happened, no wonder they’re at a cemetery.” And reading, well, it’s been a blend of ridiculous”couldn’t happen in a million years”, storylines and actual philosophy. Pausing to think here and perhaps the two categories merge; I’m not going to think about it any longer – it’s not like I’m a 17/18 year old girl, sitting in her first dorm room late at night with a bunch of other neophytes. I mean then I had 60 years ahead me, maybe, to live; it’s a little different now and I’ve got to prioritize.

I’m going to do that now; I should have done it before I started typing. I think the first thing I need to do is hide the Netflix remote.