When I Have To
Thursday. Overcast today, right on the edge of rain without any rain; brisk, but not that bad. Lunch with MSV, her turn to buy, home just after four to find a package from Amazon: An Inner Silence - The Portraits of Henri Cartier-Bresson. I have other books of Cartier-Bresson photographs and you'd think once you had a half dozen or so books by any one photographer, you'd have enough, but a look through this one reminds me of what a portrait looks like when it's really, really good. Puts you in your place, it does, but it gives you energy too just to know you're playing in the same sandbox, albeit the lowlands area of the sandbox right next to the swamp. But there's no need to dwell on any of that.
One of the advantages of living a fantasy existence?
Ah, one of many my man.
Of course I continue to tell myself the head is feeling better and my attitude is better and all things in life good and worthwhile will fall into place when I retire in 58 days. That may be one of the downside's of living a fantasy existence, this addressing reality at a specified place and time, but I'll deal with it if and when I have to, here in Oakland.