small-talk

Urgency. I have been trained to respond to urgency. Odd. I'm pretty sure that as a kid I could have cared less about it. Even as a young man. Maybe that's why I am writing this. It is one of the only things that counteracts the stress of a life that vacillates between mellow and emergency. This blog finds the middle ground. I just took a deep breath. That isn't something I normally feel like I can do, without some sort of prompting.

I don't know if I will stop writing at some point. But if I am set on the idea of adaptive versus maladaptive coping strategies, I don't see where I'll find something that trumps this. You know, at first I didn't want to use the word trump at all. But maybe if we keep using it in our vernacular, it will trump Trump. It will retain its natural, useful meaning. Don't let the Cheeto win.

I'm lucky to be able to look outside and see rabbits every day. They are really adorable creatures. I dreamed about suddenly becoming a cat caretaker. I figured out that it was hungry, but I didn't have anything to feed it. The bunny outside is really chomping on the grass. I think this Florida grass must be good eating. It's so much thicker than northern grass. To my recollection there are more squirrels up north and fewer rabbits. But it's been beautiful here lately. Kind of mild. A nice breeze. Of course we try not to go outside in the hotter times of the day. Maybe if I wasn't tackling my vices and my angst so much, I would simply enjoy the weather, and enjoy talking about the weather. I used to be worse at smalltalk. Somehow it has become more of a necessary part of my existence that I can make use of when it's called for.