To A Minimum
Saturday. Breakfast at the usual time, the usual place: lemon tea instead of coffee remembering the effect coffee has been having on my stomach. A drive to the supermarket afterward for cat food lest life become miserable at the hands (claws) of a cat, back now feeling pretty good. For whatever reason I was tired yesterday, maybe through age now that I'm an older old fart. Still living life in the fast lane when it might be better to be laying on the brakes.
I'd heard the local Hearst paper (The Chronicle) was losing a million dollars a month and I wondered how long that could last when I read a reference on a local internet news site today saying The Chronicle was losing a million dollars a week, not a month, and that Hearst had the Seattle Post Intelligencer (the P.I.) up for sale saying, if they couldn't sell it in the next 60 days, they'd shut it down. This thing we're falling into, this recession/depression thing, if it's half what they're saying it's going to be, we're going to see a lot of print newspapers disappear pretty quick. Is that good?. I'm not counting on this Kindle I have arriving one of these months taking their place, but who knows? Weird things happen.
Are you starting a sermon here? Are you wringing your hands? Out of gas?
Maybe without newspapers to read over breakfast I'll chill and take up baseball. Follow a team, wear a cap, buy a sweatshirt with their name written large across the chest. Ease off writing this. Get a more comfortable chair to watch the play on TV. Learn how to make bean dip.
Later. A walk down and about the farmer's market across from the Grand Lake Theater this mid-afternoon looking for photographs, saw nothing to keep me there and walked back. Not much of an outing, I'm afraid, but it's sunny and reasonably warm in the mid-sixties this afternoon, so I naturally kept exertions to a minimum.