I've read of a chinese adage, that in the course of a long life a wise man will have to abandon his luggage three times. One of those times looms on the horizon. I hope i can grow wise enough in time.

Got Iain M Banks's Matter yesterday. A stray ray of light, otherwise things have not been going well for some time now.

Breaking in new boots. Iffy, but they were dirt-cheap, so I can walk them to pieces. We're still getting to know each other. I feel new calluses starting.

I should break my staff and drown my books, but some things are hard to let go of.

Stuff from the refrigerator tastes of chlorine, like pool water. I wonder if maybe that's a freon leak thing? Also my hard drive died, and need a new PC anyway. Sorrows come not single spies, but in battalions.