Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

another featureless sky

Quarter after nine in the morning and I am standing outside on my porch lighting my grill. I had bought the meat yesterday morning with the intention of grilling last night, but when I woke up in the afternoon I didn't feel like going through all of the effort. Microwaving some hot dogs was so much easier. So much for a healthy diet.

Overcast sky is all that I can see with the rest of the neighborhood still asleep. I suppose that it is only natural that people sleep late on Saturday, especially on gloomy Saturdays.

Through the Friday and Saturday night conversations that I have with my twenty-two year old coworker, I have come to realize that I have truly mellowed over the years. I don't get nearly as emotional about issues as he does. So often he tries to engage me in a political discusion and I steer him away from it. Politics holds very little interest for me. I understand the process and I know that very little changes within the infrastructure. Nor do I rail against people in politics. All of it seems so distant to me.

I imagine there was a time in my life was I eager to debate things in an instant, but now my philosophy is more of a live and let live kind. I don't want to waste my energy trying to convince someone to see my point of view. I have better ways to spend my time.

Time to check on the grill.

For the first time in days I slept in my bed. One would think that I could make the effort to walk from the livingroom to the bedroom, but sometimes I don't. What usually happens is that I lie down on the couch telling myself that I'll just close my eyes for ten minutes and then end up waking five to six hours later. Today, however, I slept the best that I had all week in the comfort of my bed, not that my couch isn't comfortable.

 
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