… my first thoughts were that i don’t want to get up yet… but Chas went downstairs, i got worried he might need to go out… so, up i got…

… now, dogs have been out and treated, cat has been fed, coffee has been made and i sit at my computer typing, like the proverbial monkey, trying to arrive at some thought, some observation that unlocks the secret of existence… of course, i am able to write sentences and paragraphs that make sense, but none of them seems to open the door in the way i hope they will… every morning i sit down and write my first thoughts… could it be that i have written an understanding that is a key that unlocks the door, and just haven’t known it?… like the proverbial monkey, i am just punching keys, not quite randomly, but not with much knowing either…