so much work to do that came home on a friday night and, after a swim, did some of it. Just about done when the original ‘alfie’ came on: ‘when i look back on my little life…’. Movies from the 60s always leave me feeling kind of empty and vaguely disgusted, like a cinematic hangover, but hasn’t everyone known an alfie?

And I usually hate movies that start out making me laugh and then push me to cry. I kind of wanted him not to grow up, not to get on to himself. I liked him best before all the drama started, when he was in the doctor’s office and says something like, ‘i want the best care available - i’m even willing to pay for it!’.

All day i labored mightily to not be overwhelmed by the mountain of new information I was getting - is that making things simple? Since that is my reason to live and the only reason to draw breath on this earth, i struggled to just finish something. Never mind if it was important, necessary or anything like that. I just finished some things.

It too me almost an hour to write a simple expense report - bob came in and said they were eaiser before they were electronic. For some reason, we say electronic here when me mean ‘on the computer’.

Everyone liked my new shoes. Somehow that is the only clear thing about today.