I rise. I brush and splash. I walk. I sip, read and think. Cogito, ergo sum. Yes, I am.
I turn it on, look and watch--the numbers change constantly before my eyes.
I think of Frances, and I ask myself: is what I am doing helping her--to cope? To prepare for the future? Or for the end? I think so. I hope so.
I think of my children, step children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. What kind of world will they be living in? What can I do to make their lives as pleasant and fulfilling as possible? The goals may be unattainable, but I must try.