"You should be eating dinner," something tells me. When I was a kid, dinner was usually around 5:30 because Dad or Mom might have an evening class to teach (at RCC, Riverside City College). Mom taught children's literature many Wednesdays, and Dad taught the art of the cinema on many Thursday evenings.
I was conscious at some point that other fathers in the neighborhood, Mr. Thomason in particular, taught at a more prestigious institution: The University of California at Riverside. The Thomasons and others had dinner at 6:00.

Things change. Especially moods. I know that moods change, and yet I FEEL that my moods won't change. After all, there is no reason for them to change.

Goals: To cope with life, help other living things, and enjoy life.

I should have a book in process. My uncle Emory promised to send me a book, and I am looking forward to getting that, but I have others I could read in the meantime.