The fan of the laptop computer starts and stops on this cool-warm morning in late October.

The sanitation crew has driven through, emptying a week’s worth of excess household living.

Dry leaves fall from wintering trees.

How do I account for my life on this first day of the workweek?

Do I justify myself and my thought set?

Do I meditate in silence?

Sweep the front and back decks?

Play with the cats?

Continue progress on electronic LED displays for an upcoming holiday (Arduino or simple transistor/resistor/capacitor/switch control)?

Set the electronic keyboard in the garage and play random musical tone sequences?

Read a book?

Finish my tea, for starters.

Today, I am a caged domestic animal and I’m turning off the thoughts that say that’s not okay.

Tethered to this planet, nothing to vaunt about.

At peace with nothingness.

A break between chapters of the story of life.