Inking the well

4:10am
On lunch I drove Sand Canyon toward Quail Hill. All developed now, the lights on the hill are very different from the floor plan mailers that Randy and I used to receive when we dreamily thought of buying there. The full moon guided my drive. It lighted the hill like a beacon.

PILOT -- PRECISE V extra fine rolling ball.


Cardwell made dinner last night. Taco Salad. It tasted good, but I wasn't in the mood to eat it. I've just been "stuck" with myself. I mean really stuck. Work schedule changes in a little over a week will provide a change in daily routine, but after that, it's me that has to pick up the packages and start changing my goals and ambitions. Hmmm....

A monk or a nun serves a god as their purpose in life. I must make my purpose, or, I must be content with not having any purpose at all and move through life aimlessly. (I think we all do this to some extent anyway.)