Food, Nina, and Rain

     I’m listening to Nina Simone.   To me, it sounds like she’s always about to cry.  Whittling down my email backlog.   Got 93 page views of my blog today.  Started reading Bertrand Russell’s History of Western Philosophy.   Finished The Science of Enlightenment.  Went to Trader Joe’s.   Spent $75.  Ben n Dec got my Star Wars toys.  Mom tested negative for Covid.  Shared some of my detergent strips.   Loaned Mike $20.  Bought a carnitas burrito ($12.50) from the nearby taco truck.  Did 120 push-ups.  Listened to HOS last night.  I finished Mike’s pork chops - I have sauce.   So I got up late today.  Drank my carrot juice, ate all the seaweed snacks, had a handful of almonds, ate both chocolate croissants, some mushrooms, my barebells protein bar, and the tabbouli.  Had my mushroom coffee, and morning vitamins.   Is this interesting?  Maybe I should write about…horror, like Stephen King, or…make up words and be poetic? Or… write a dating profile… or just read the library in my room, plus wikipedia, that’s always there, waiting.   Or sit and meditate in silence.   Or just keep typing to Nina.  

   I could stretch.   Do room exercises, and get sweaty.  I’ve got some mail to open.  Do I want to be a famous guru, godman, holy man, buddha?  Is my future as a public deity?  Maybe I’m just funny.  Good for a laugh.  Or something.  The blog is free.  Is google, who owns blogger,  profiting from all this?  If so, how?  My ads don’t seem all that targeted.   All I buy is food, anyway.  I’ve got most of the trivia.   It awaits.   An investment in the future.   I can stay inside for ages - I’m ready for the next pandemic (or two).  The rain just burst, in buckets!  Love the rain.  As long as I’m warm and cozy, and well-fed.  Okay, I’ll shut up.   I know when I have nothing to say.