I guess it’s middle age talking, but I got to thinking about what I’d do if I didn’t work for a living (or work as much). And I thought pretty quickly that most of what I’d do would be more of what I do now, when I have time: write for Uncorrected, play guitar and sing, take lots of pictures, and exercise. I do have a notion that one day I’d like to take golf lessons and play at the public courses around here, too, but that’s probably only aspirational.

And partly inspired by a bottle of rosé but in an authentic, clear-headed sense, Rhonda and I were talking about what life would be like for us without certain encumbrances, and we agreed that it would look pretty much like it does for us now. I let that ring in my skull for a bit; she can be perceptive and wise at just the right times, and this was one of those moments. It put me in mind of Nietzsche’s Eternal Return or Recurrence: would you will this moment to happen again? That is his invocation for our existence.