We visited my mother for lunch. There is so much in that sentence that I can't explain, don't know how to explain, that I just give up and carry on. What else to do?
Hot today. The birds are stealing my ripe cherry tomatoes and the grapes too, despite the netting. The lawns need mowing.
There was another thought floating around somewhere, but I've lost it. Something about expections, something that if I was clever enough might have gone like this:
I think everybody feels a bit out of place in life—like they've been slightly miscast or incorrectly routed. We're wired to expect the world to be brighter and more meaningful and more obviously interesting than it actually is. And when we realize that it isn't, we start looking around for the real world. - Lev Grossman
My tea's gone cold. I haven't got a clue what I am doing.
