Haughty Indolence

I slept reasonably long and well last night. The White Sox crushing 14-2 win over the Red Sox yesterday pretty much diverted my mind from other things. I need that every now and then. My 'other things' are often stupid. Of course, the residue of sadness from my beloved Cubs performing below expectations once again this year, regardless of the reasons, colors my world a dull gray. Enjoy the sport you love anyway I tell myself. Like all idiots who enjoy baseball I try to wax lyrical and pensive, and find in the sport a metaphor for life itself. It's a vice that should be avoided.

I've already read the philosophy books I put on my Autumn reading list. I read philosophy too quickly these days. The books added to my confusion rather than helped me answer questions. The reading was a prism breaking the light into irreconcilable colors. None of my most firmly entrenched beliefs were shattered or even fractured.

I often confuse my old age with my haughty indolence. I am bored enough with both that I might become young again. I might start some projects where I can succeed. That will require some no-nonsense grounding in reality which is not my strong suit. Well intentioned actions are always difficult for me.