As usual, I’ve been on the phone virtually non-stop with my sweet Aimee. When I’m not, I miss her terribly. Like right now. But I’m going out to breakfast and a movie with John in a few minutes, and have a meeting tonight at 5:30.
Meditation has been going well. I have revised my page again on my website — am so tired of being pulled this way and that by the two theorists who are my guru and paramguru, so I just took the best of what worked for me and called it my own. I was supposed to be meditating with no conscious thoughts of anything but the breathing … all the yammering back and forth was impinging on that. So, a pox on both your houses (I take that out of the Law), I’m going it on my own. Sure beats giving it up, it’s nice to have a regular regimen of meditation.
OK, gotta get my shoes and socks on. Probably going to see I, Robot. After breakfast.
These are for you, Aimee…
And a little piece of my for my friends… that’s you, Irish…