Of the little things I am thankful for…
My desk at the office
-Which is large and has many drawers whose contents will be disgorged only upon my physical or professional death
-As in the absence of sound.
Free newspapers in the morning
-Recently they started stacking newspapers on the way out of the apartment.
The door to my room
-Life would be unthinkable without it
The long walk home to the apartment from the car park at night
-Again, the absence of sound
The particular stray cat I pet every night beside the swimming pool
-The only form of animal that I am likely to see nowadays
Re-reading this entry from item number one, I realise that it’s quite possible I’m losing my mind
-But I’m glad that for the most part of it I am not aware it’s happening.