Random Thoughts on a Saturday in June

I had to give myself a stern talking-to yesterday, because over the last few days I haven’t been getting my Daily Minimum done. I said to myself, “The Daily Minimum is the best thing to come out of the pandemic, and you’d damned well better keep up with it! Just because you go to Target now doesn’t mean you get to be a slacker!” I had to admit that I was right, and I promised to do better.
I had my teeth cleaned on Thursday. What a nice feeling it is to have thoroughly clean teeth. But, apparently I have a cavity that could require a root canal. Send a little positive thought my way. I really don’t want to have a root canal.
I’m going to turn 49 in a few months, and then I’ll officially be on the cusp of 50. Fifty is a big, scary number that ought to be an important milestone, but I’m afraid that instead it will slip by, another blip in a long line of blips, and the next thing I know, I’ll be on death’s doorstep, not even knowing how I got there. So, I have decided that I should, before hitting 50, “clear the table.” That is, I should clean up all my half-finished tasks, eliminate any half-baked dreams or goals that aren’t achievable or that I no longer really care about, so that I can start the second half of my (theoretical) century without all that emotional baggage and with the freedom to move forward in new directions. It’s a good idea, anyway, and something to ponder in detail as my 49th approaches.

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