The day was fairly warm in Downtown San Francisco, but not so warm as predicted; it was perhaps in the low 60's. Sunny though.
Buddy E. Pup appeared briefly, but was gone soon with Son Guy, who went out and got a haircut. Something going on there, possibly.
Son Jason came over late in the afternoon, and there was some talk of going out tomorrow afternoon.
Since my spell of illness, etc, several weeks ago, I've been reflecting upon my life. By and large, probably through the ambiguous blessing of rationalization, I've thought that I did pretty well with my life, that I played the cards dealt me, about broke even. Since the spell, however, I've come to think, increasingly, that almost everything I've done has been a failure. In memory now, what I remember, what looms up in my mind, is a series of mistakes, a crazy quilt of misjudgments and hubristic claims, just about catastrophic in nature. This process is regrettable because my hope had been to do a little more good before I cash in my proverbial chips. I had been depressed, no doubt, for some time. Now, I was in something approaching despair.
Again, using that wonderful and terrible process of rationalization, I will try to forget the worst of it, unsuccessfully, I fear.
Macresarf1 would write no more this day.
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