I am “passed accomplished” in feeling and expressing feelings on the paranoid side of things. Without troubling the point excessively, these aren’t necessarily bad or unhelpful qualities in my line of work, though I don’t recommend them for general adoption.
My trepidation antennae
are too fully extended, however, and my tendencies toward interior
monologue have now reduced my external conversation quantities barely
above bare minimum levels. Add in my increasing, encroaching deafness to
the mix and this body carrying my driver’s license, passport and
memories has become kind of “hors de commerce” on some
of important social levels. At least I
have my credit cards with me also.
Yesterday we drove through Occidental and UCLA. Today we’re visiting USC and the Pompeii exhibition at the California Science Center. Rebecca
says the cats are fine and West Chester Veterinary Center says the
same about the dogs.
I am about to
take the long jump. I used to
be a high jumper.
