One reason I go to town is that it provides me with my calender. As in "I went to town two days ago." The day of the week only matters if there's a show I want to watch on tv, and even then it really doesn't because the machine tapes them. I tried to remember what day of the week it was today, without looking at a calender or turning on the computer, and I couldn't. Because it doesn't matter in any way , shape or form.
I watched a new Science Channel show. First time I'd seen it. The series is called "Where the Wild Men Are." The one I saw today was about an old Australian fellow in his seventies who lives on an island out in the Great Barrier Reef. Sort of a latter day Tom Neale, except that he had a little money from his pension and had actually fixed himself up quite a nice place on this beautiful island. I take pride in living out away from people but when I see people like this I have to laugh at myself. As so often seems to be the case when you find people living alone, the government is kicking the guy off this pristine island so it can be "developed." I wonder if the day will come when there won't be any places like that left, and everything will be covered with condominiums and tourist shops.
I'm behind on things, and I have some emails to answer. If you sent me one and I haven't written back, I should be caught up this evening. I'm not dead, never fear.
It's warmer today, and drier. Starting to look more like summer should look around this place. It means more work outside, but I'm not worried about that. Just glad to see summer here again.