Sometimes life is nothing more than steps from one practical matter to the next. Steps, steps taken because they are the only thing to do. Sometimes there is not a fork in the road that needs to be considered. Just a step, then a step.
This was today
There is a strange leisurely joyfulness to be found in doing rather dull things...
March 23
This month I will have to read even more novels than I did last month if I am to finish...