“On average, we think about 50,000 thoughts a day. Few of them are new. A whopping 98% of all thoughts we think on a daily basis actually belong to yesterday.” https://www.medium.com Andy Murphy, The Shocking Percentage of Thoughts That Belong to Yesterday, December 8, 2021. This leaves us with 2% for new thinking a day.… Continue reading Just Wondering . . .
I love him. He was a father to me, not taking anything away from my dad. He loved me unconditionally. I wasn’t around him all the time, but yet he was always there. He was love. It felt good. He and his wife, Evelyn, were so loving and kindhearted. They generously let me be a… Continue reading My Cousin, Jimmy
There is no friend as loyal as a book. — Ernest Hemingway What kind of reader are you? Don’t read. Read on occasion. Read a fair amount. Voracious. What’s your pleasure? Fiction or nonfiction? E-books, audiobook listening, or print? Do you have a special place where you read? Which genres do you prefer? Before you… Continue reading A Treasure of Titles
I ask this of myself on occasion. Kind of a barometer of where I’m at. Always fluctuating. I’m feeling pretty good these days so I’m not wanting, needing, or thinking about anything too serious. Forbes.com listed eight things, in order, that people want more than anything. They note people desperately desire these things but they… Continue reading What Do I Want More Than Anything, At Least For Now?
A sanctuary of home. The phrase soothes me. I was reading a psychological thriller. The protagonist had been out doing seedy things and came home in the wee hours. This was the first phrase of the next chapter. I took a breath when those words passed through my mind and caught the attention of my… Continue reading A Sanctuary of Home
I’m feeling melancholy — I think. Emotionally I’m a tad different. Maybe it’s the bipolar or maybe it’s me — same person regardless, I consider I rarely get depressed. I debated writing about it because I don’t want The Bruno Papers to be a negative space. I don’t consider this depressing really. Just talking about… Continue reading A Touch of The Blues
We all have it — stuff. Some we’ve had since childhood. College. Careers. Marriages. Let it go or keep it? I still have a pencil holder I made in vacation bible school as a child. I love it and still use it — not letting that go. Or maybe you’ve got BIG stuff. Or BIG… Continue reading Not Letting Go
A little startled, ”What’s that sound?” The clock reads 4:40 a.m. Oh, it’s Sage sharpening his claws on the scratching post in my bedroom. When he does this in the early mornings, he’s letting me know he’s ready for breakfast. Thankfully, this is not an every day occurrence. I remove myself from my warm and… Continue reading Friday
There are more than 15, but I didn’t want to go that deep. When I started thinking about this, I didn’t think I would come up with very many. Just these are a little surprising. Hadn’t really thought about this before. I don’t feel scared or fearful. I’m not living a fearful existence. I hope… Continue reading 15 Things I’m Scared/Fearful Of
“I have arrived. I hope to get some relief here — what an oxymoron — getting relief in a psych ward. I have observed that two of the “goons” behind the courtroom facade have already spoken about my sunglasses – eyeballs! I observe flags here, but no peace symbols — it’s a source of agitation… Continue reading A Stay in the Hospital