November 1, 2017
Yesterday he thought he was winning, but today half the battle was lost and he would have to begin again. He regretted the time wasted, especially as he would be delayed in progressing his other tasks. He tried hard to think of life as a journey rather than a destination. He knocked a glass off the table. It shattered. He missed a piece when cleaning up and cut his foot a day later when walking across the carpet. Life can lie in wait like that. His cat has not come home. He hopes she is not lost but merely distracted.