What, instead, might I be doing? I might be contemplating the meaning of life. I might be soaking in the beauty of my surroundings. Making cheesecake is a silly mission. And when it's done, then what? I'll bring it to Mary's place, to share with Roy and Mary. I can't think of anything else. Except...I could bring it to work. But everyone there has had more than enough of everything. Why would this be a good thing? It wouldn't.
Nothing but deep thoughts here in this journal.
