This is not good. I think Simon will probably come home tonight and strap my backpack on me and send me out – anywhere!
But the weather! I don’t care about the rain. It’s the thunderstorms that worry me.
Okay. I tried to make myself useful anyway but mostly succeeded in going into deep thoughts about the meaning of life; about death and what happens. I thought about: what’s it all about? And why do we even bother living when life is just a snap of the fingers or less in the grand scheme of things. And besides, I am one of billions and my little life is surely meaningless – like an ant in an anthill. What does on individual mean?
Yeah – not hiking three days in a row – this is what it leads to.
At least I got the dogs out before the thunder and rain.
And I’m going to make curry. This will make Simon happy and possibly fool him into thinking that everything is okay.
Even the Friday market was a sorry affair today with less than a handful of vendors, all of them looking in vain for customers.
Hiking on Sunday. Baking tomorrow. Then more hiking and then more hiking. As the song says, “I will survive!” Although, I don’t think the song had lack of hiking in mind.