inquiry

An evening fireplace glow to a show set in olden-er days London, wife sleeping on the adjacent couch, body slowly recovering from a couple of weeks of labor this body might have giggled at 40 years ago.

Briefly talked to a college buddy earlier. Fun, but oh my how soon in such an endeavor one realizes where their bread is truly buttered.

If only the world could be as simple as mind would seemingly have – i.e. model – it, right?

But, well... words.. words.. and more words....

And then, oh, dear God:

“Realization is already there. The state free from thoughts
 is the only real state.”
                                   – RM

<next morning>

Don't buy a house if you don't like making decisions.

<later>

Speaking of which, another extremely productive day rehabbing the previous dwelling. Total exhaustion with a well-deserved side of giggle-grade satisfaction.