Watching a John Mellencamp interview and he said, “If I go a day and don’t make anything I feel guilty about it.”

I love that. He’s referring to painting or songwriting. I feel the same way about writing. I wish I took the time to sit down and write more. It’s truly the most enjoyable thing I do. I could write a book but I’m afraid it’d be so full of twisting thoughts and tangents that no one would be able to follow. Maybe I need to write more than one book to prevent that. Maybe I will sit down. I don’t know what to do after writing a book. Who do you contact? Where do you go from there?

Maybe I’ll add that to another wish of mine. To go a month writing everyday. A month without empty calories and 2 mile a day walks at least 4 times a week. No dating. No online dating.

Which brings me to another thought I’ve been having. I finished watching one of the episodes of Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown. He was on the Greek islands. He foreshadowed his suicide I believe. It focused a lot more than usual on him traveling alone and not sharing it with anyone. It made me sad but it was so telling. While I envied him for traveling to all these great places he was traveling alone. He was without his partner. He wasn’t sharing his travels with anyone but viewers and a small crew. That would be depressing. Sunsets in the greatest places, alone. Strolling beaches, alone. Fantastic dinners prepared by the most well-known chefs, alone. He did this most of his life. That would be sad.

Now my biggest dilemma is should I take the boys to the pool or go to Costco. It’s going to be a very hot day. It may end up being a very long day.

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