december

2018 is almost over.

It is chilly with sun and blue sky. I really should get the ladder out and paint the strip of wood at the edge of the front window. And while I'm at it I could also paint the shed door. There's no excuse for not doing it. We've gotten a lot of rain in the past week or so, but it will probably be dry today and tomorrow.

Instead I am sitting here watching the traffic streaming along 101; it's far enough away to seem interesting.

I went to Berkeley last night for pizza and games. Am really, truly, the only one who is only one. Why is that? I really don't know. It's not very interesting, but this is the question that runs through my head at the end of every year. The truth is that for a long time I didn't feel all that much urgency about it, and now I'm heading straight toward 60 without a partner. I think I'll be alone when I die. Aren't we all, in a way? Looking at my parents, who have been together for more than 60 years, I wonder.