January 30, 2017
I am unsure how the day’s energies will be spent. I know the day will come and go, will pass regardless of whether I have a plan, of whether I spend the energies well. I will pour these efforts into the futility, into the great perhaps. Just now I am taking a sort of break to quiet myself. I know there are things I can do today. I will play the piano. I can go up to my study and do paperwork, but I seem to avoid that. I am not sure why. I think I have always avoided paperwork.