I take a moment to consider this day, some random Sunday in April during the 30th year of my life. Talks with Thom, my mother, and my sister. A lovely walk. A frightened nap and upset stomach. The same sort of dread the plagues my mind. Meals on the couch, music in my ears, and somewhere in the world a volcano is coughing up so much smoke that it covers all of one continent and most of another. Without my retainer my teeth are moving askew. I waste enough time to fill another life. There is still so much to do.