In my textbook this morning, I saw a picture of complete blackness, with a distant dot of light. It was Earth. What are you doing on that dot right now?

I sat to write this after being in the shower. My shower was for cleansing, meditating, and to create moisture on the ceiling so I could scrape the paint off. After the shower, that is. I bought a white ivory to replace the chipping maize and even older sky blue. I also bought white tiles to cover the exposed plaster in the other half of the room. I'll personalize our only bathroom with a batik curtain and interesting green on the vanity--still have to decide which one.

A bathroom with no fan, used by people who don't wish to crack a window for a shower, is trouble.

I bought a fan too. Just waiting for Joe, my sister's alcoholic electrician neighbor to return to his mother's from Florida. One too many black eyes brings him back, I've heard. Hope he starts a lot of fights.

99.9% of our solar system's mass is the Sun.

We're on a dot. The Sun is a dot too.

If, like me, you think your death might reveal that you were not a person at all, but a tree with an imagination, you're in luck. It's true.

Have to go scrape now.