Room Without a View

This is the view from my room, or, rather, the lack of a view from my room. I am barely sitting up, just enough to look out through the brass headboard that is really functioning as a side rail, since the side of the bed sits parallel to the wall, not perpendicular.

This seemed to be way for me to capture what is going on in my mind right now. I’m still in bed, though it is almost a quarter ‘til two in the afternoon. I have barely gotten dressed. I am just finishing a book, but only because I no longer want to think my own thoughts.

I argued with myself (and with God, truth be told) for a long time this morning about whether or not I would go to Mass, but in the end, I didn’t. I should have, but I didn’t, and it’s certainly too late now. I think one of the primary advantages of having a job where one barely has time to get around in the morning before leaving for it is that there isn’t time to think. Socrates may have said that the unexamined life is not worth living. but I’m more inclined to believe that the over-examined life is too depressing to contemplate.

This is not the first time that I’ve wished that I were a lot dumber, and it probably won’t be the last.