hmmmmmm

a solitary existence is new for me. the options are endless yet i manage to do absolutely nothing. with the more things i think to do- the less happens. it took 2 days to change the pages on the calendars; longer to get the laundry down the stairs and forget making art. this computer has become my newest form of "displacement behavior".  somehow a lot of nothing gets done but i hang desperately to the minutae of everyone else's life.  listening to npr even when it is whiny, boring and self-righteous.  watching the dogs sleep and NOT having a meaningful epiphany. watching the trees lose their leaves and NOT considering the existential meaning of it all. is this being in the now? who's now? what now? now what?