It's Monday

But I'm not attached to it being Monday. It could be Wednesday or Friday or Saturday, and that would be fine.

There seems to be a certain degree of entropy that comes with non-attachment. I get this sense of all the emotional and psychological wheels slowing down. I wonder if they will reach a point where they will stop, and if so, what that will be like.

I guess it won't be like anything.

Maybe I'll just sit on the porch.