Faded Resolutions

Woke up in my own bed to thunder and a weird light.  The cat was meowing.  Resolutions begin to fade.  What was it I would do to change my life?  Enhance it?  Old habits.  I was going to rise early, drink one cup of coffee, and go out for a run.  Hmm.  The coffee sounds good.  Then I woke the computer and read the news.  Always a bad idea.  But there is entertainment there.  What's wrong with the world?  Oh. . . you know.  Too many ways of thinking.  And here in my own country?  Something like this, perhaps, which I read at CNN online about the flash violence this weekend in Philadelphia:

"It's very frustrating," said Perry "Vision" Divirgilio, a performance coach and poetry movement mentor.

A what?

I read Donald Ray Pollock's "The Devil All the Time" on the flight from San Francisco.  It won't make you feel better, but I'm O.K. with that.  I kept thinking, "at least I've never killed anyone."

The thunder continues and the sky grows dark.  And as they say, "ominous."  Little dribbles of rain, but the storm is somewhere in the distance, closing in, perhaps.  I'd like to stay here with the coffee and see it through, but I have to report back to the factory today.  What was I going to do to change my life?  It is all a fog, now, like the air around San Francisco.  Oh. . . yes, I was going to lose weight.

Makes me hungry.  I'll shower now and tempt the fates.