Back to town

OK so the current choice seems to be Florida v. Missouri.  Not to say that Ohio, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York (city and state, under separate analytical approaches), New Jersey, DC, and California (north and south, also quite separate) aren't also in the running, or at least in the memory bank, and maybe Illinois and Texas too.  Hey, it's been a trip, these 63 years, and I'm not even planning to go back abroad to live, as I used to think I would, or to places I haven't been to yet. Say, Alaska.

The real point is whether, wherever I am, I'm living the balance of my time in a way that doesn't waste a day.  Or at least to think about how to do it, as a coming play - since I'm currently in a spot where the results are not in, I'm just told to cool it for another couple of weeks, then we can decide what's next, the 12-month version of stuff they will next apply and then say, basically, OK that's our best.  A total of six weeks of waiting for my brain to get back to whatever constitutes my normality, and then how to take it ahead.  Coming attraction.

Well, I have to say that right now, if not yet going forward, that this working with something less than 100 percent of the previous capacity is OK part of the day, and damn strange in other parts.  An example, right now right here, is the typing of this talk.  Every third or fourth word is typed wrong and I see it immediately and I fix it.  Includes spellings that are not even close to what I mean.  It's a very active version of composition correction, which even in smart days I used to make once in a while.

But the good news is it isn't today like trying to skip through a badly wrecked piece of landscape, as it was right after the head was first grilled and carved in December.  Just a practice that is somewhat slower than before, and probably not with vocabulary at the the same level.

And so-what to that?  I think I've moved to simpler patterns of thought and friendship.  Simpler language as well?

Oh OK.  Part of me wishes it were French.