I was awake until 2;30 a.m.

Matt and I watched Enola Holmes. He left. I stayed up. I cleaned a backlog of junk, tidying the laptop. As if anyone cared. I don’t.

So why do I do it?

Another List (why do I do it?). Here are ten:

* do the blind still make brooms? Or did they only sell them?

* The Path. I’m not the only one who gets lost under the streets of Toronto. I have a collection of maps

and guides and tips on how to find your way. The best way is to go up to the street, if you can find it.

* paper. I love paper. I can’t make a list without paper. I’m writing this blog from a typed list. I kept it.

* I bought a Nothing Book. I waited for the paperback, couldn’t afford the hard cover. It became a journal.

* re-think breakfast. (You should re-think everything.) Nicest meal to have out. Come to my place.

* make a list of everything you’ve learned since you turned forty. Fifty? Sixty? NINETY !!!! ?????

* tomatoes and strawberries aren’t what they used to be. What happened to white grapefruit?

* Does writing a blog keep me saner than other people? How sane are you?

* lateral thinking.

* write your own blog (my commenter, Pat, does) I wrote short notes today.

* I”m hungry.

I used to think like that, bolstered by the maxim, “Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.” And I was a nerd.

Now, in my new-found laziness, I’m finding new aphorisms. Tomorrow is a lovely word.

Always put off till tomorrow: what you can avoid today. Avoid is a lovely word.

Today is too urgent.

So what happened yesterday? I threw it away.

The road to hell is paved with bad excuses. I didn’t have an excuse.I found one.

Having spent the day either browsing Netflix or dozing or napping, I sort of decided to write a blog after dinner, when Matt went home. But. The laptop battery was out of power and I didn’t want to sit tethered to an electric cord. So I puttered, which can take quite a long time, as you know, and went to bed.

Actually, I didn’t putter aimlessly enough.

I found an unread file folder, not hard to find, and I read the contents. Inspired anew. Hard to avoid.

If you’re still with me, I’ll tell you about it. I will give you today a list, a wonderful list of ideas and activities, each one good for a blog.

the luxury of old clothes
a philosphy of underwear
quotations. I have dozens and dozens of books of quotations, a collection begun before the Internet riddled us with Brainy Thoughts. A casual browse yields unexpected delights.
- {browse  verb [no object]
  1 survey goods for sale in a leisurely and casual way: he stopped to browse around a sporting goods store. • scan through a text, website, or collection of data to gain an impression of the contents: she browsed through the newspaper | [with object] :  I decided to spend the night browsing the internet.
  2 (of an animal) feed on leaves, twigs, or other high-growing vegetation: they reach upward to browse on bushes | [with object] :  the animals browse the high foliage of trees.
  noun1 [in singular] an act of casual looking or reading: the brochure is well worth a browse. 2 vegetation, such as twigs and young shoots, eaten by animals: a moose needs to eat forty to fifty pounds of browse a day.}.
  IMAGINE!!! (Online Dictionary)
waste not, want not. Make it do, do without. Slogans left over from thriftier times have to be refurbished, rethought, and re-practised and hey—RECYCLED!
the perfect day—today, five years in the past, in the future?
the importance of NOW
secret desires—that you can tell, things you’ve always wanted to do, but haven’t. A good list to invite people to share, if they dare
related to this, a list of odd places where you’d like to make love or already have (remember the Mile High Club?). Reader participation, but NOT total involvement
NOTE: it should be more memorable for the person than for the place.
Liquid Paper. Remember? Those of us who made a living on the typewriter saved ourselves from many re-typed pages with a little dab of white to cover and type over an error. I read somewhere that the magic fluid was invented by a woman in her kitchen and that she’d made a fortune (before computers and delete and erase buttons were available). The inventor of Velcro retired to Bermuda. In an effort to expiate the inventor of the rip-top can is trying to invent something that won’t mess up the planet . Or so I have read.
the seven wonders of the ancient world. Can you name them all? (How about the seven dwarves?) Are there any wonders any more? What qualifies as a wonder now? Have we higher standards or are we suffering a loss of wonder?

I started my day well—too well, I’m afraid. I missed my early swim, but I’ll make it up this afternoon when Matt comes. I’ve been up for three hours and I’m hungry. Waffles, I think.

I’ll go over this later and correct my typos.

Punctuation, too