you wonder what happened

I do, too.

Yesterday disappeared. I cooked a lot. I swam. I ached a lot.

Yesterday I made hummus, with chick peas. Pre-dinner appetizer for a friend, with a drink. She had hummus for lunch. I don’t like hummus. So I’ll give it away.

I still don’t know what happened to yesterday.

Neil Gaiman, I guess. I like him. I’ve read and own a lot of his work.

Article in the NYT about him, and a new series based on his book(s), The Sandman. I read the essay and kept it.

Why do I do that? Why do I keep saving things?

But last night, as I was checking the mail, or whatever, before I went early to bed, I took a peek at NETFLIX. The new series, THE SANDMAN,, is now streaming. I saw the teaser, and forgot about bed.

That’s what happened.

More Gaiman to come.

it´s hot

I do not complain. I worry about all the people who are too hot, suffering from the heat, no respite. I am often too cold. I seldom tun on the AC and when I do, I get cold very quickly and turn it off. Not tonight. If I weren´t so tired, I would go swimming again, just to get cool.

Tomorrow. Maybe.

My mind is mush, but it´s a reasonable mush, not the hard-edged carelessness and the consequences I experienced when I was watching two movies a day and damn the torpedoes. I care now.

Relaxed?

Not cool, though.