- . . . and counting
Yesterday I skipped another day. Too much to do, too late at
night, too early starting, too many thoughts and attachments and
responsibilities. Today's makes 40 posts instead of 42. I count them.
99 Words for 99 Days is taking longer than that. I watch the numbers.
Click. Click. Today I see the thousand ways I think like a
capitalist. Like a consumer. Like a woman with her harvests gathering
into a barn, almost forgetting to eat, and drink, and be merry,
counting. Keeping track. Enumerating. But tomorrow we die, so . . .
today I think I'll live.
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