Today I've been moving books to and fro; crumbly, centuries old books. I'm covered with book dust. So, I tried the extension ladder thing, but it didn't work. It was just too long. I went Home Depot, but all they had were more of the same. So I had to order ladder online to be able to access the higher shelves.
I also looked at google
satellite maps today. It's neat to be able to see my house--even my car
parked in the driveway--from space, and to trace my walking path
through the streets and woods. I also looked up my grandparents' old
lakehouse in Hot Springs, looking at where I used to play in the water
25 years ago.
Currently, I'm a little drunk, and I'm crying a
lot. But I'm not crying out of sadness. Rather, it's tears of
regret/compassion for the whole, damned human race. For all the evil we
do, and all the evil we've done, maybe all that's left in the end is
our love, and what we've meant to the ones we've loved in return. Maybe
that's all we mean, in the end.
Maybe that's enough.