Those Little Pills
Thursday. Payday tomorrow. Then two more paydays to go. I assume some of the psychological downside of retirement is this loss of something we've all learned is necessary to our existence. What a wuss. Given all the trials and cares in this world, these worries rank right at the bottom. A disadvantage of living in a fantasy bubble: you worry often as not over nothing. At least some part of us worries, the part of it slithering around in the under water subconscious bulk of the human ice berg anyway. Sake is sometimes a help.
I've done more work on artandlife. What's the expression: “Perfection is the enemy of the good”? My mantra has been “how can I possibly update my artandlife site while I'm still working? There's too much required to convert the old design to Rien's excellent new design, how can I possibly proceed?“ I tell myself I have to re-scan the old negatives, tweak them better and save them to the new larger size; find all the digital images I have scattered around and futz with them as well. Crap. Just move the old pictures into the new design and upgrade the pictures when and if I have time. Lots wrong with artandlife. Broken links, pages with missing pictures. So what? So another page today with another twenty or so photographs, more to follow. Why not get it finished by the end of June instead of starting it at the end of June when I retire?
My, my. Have you started taking those little pills again?
Certainly not, officer. I don't even know what you mean by “those little pills”. Not here in Oakland.