Only here tonight to force myself to stay in habit.

A good day overall. Got some errands done and picked up some food at PJ's (Kitty litter, Buffalo wings.)

Took mom to the doctor yesterday after she felt dizzy. BP was fine and blood count OK. J, K's mom, has fallen four times in a period of weeks. To the doctor with her too. Her daughters have been taking her. Won't have answers until next week.

Not much else to talk about. Finished the sci-fi novel which I found to be very good. It considers the aftermath of an EMP attack on the US. Well written. I liked it enough that I've ordered its sequel.

I finished One Second After as fast as I could so that I could reread A Secret Garden. Blowing me away all over again. It's a joy to immerse myself in the "reality" the author takes us to. Great stuff. You look at your environment in a different way after you read something like this.

Thursday night already. Time sure is speeding along.

Let's see what's on TV.

Project Runway finale. Have been impressed with the talents of this program's designers for years! Can't believe they do what they do in often a day. Astonishing. As a bonus this season, ALL the designers seem to be nice people. Don't care who wins this time. They all deserve it.

Big Bang Theory leads off tonight, but Mom and Elementary start their seasons tonight. Really like Mom. I think because the women are tough. (They sort of remind me of my friend EM out in Michigan. She's been through a lot but holds her head high and fights her way through it. She just got her own apartment and is living free from the demands of others. Really glad for her.) I like Elementary's characters for different reasons.  Logical. Intellectual. Systematic. Organized. I am attracted to their OCD natures—which is way better to experience from TV rather than real life.

Lastly, there is Bones. Like those science-oriented characters also but not a must watch anymore. I have seen enough different ways for humans to be mutilated. On this show I am particularly impressed by the dialogue these actors recite.

I love my TV. My telescopes have let me peer out into the universe in which we find ourselves; my microscopes have let me enter the worlds of the very small. My TV, however, is the most versatile instrument of all for exploring my universe. It's an instrument that focuses on hundreds of different ways to look at things. All day, every day.  I have spent much of my life in alternate realities via books, art, television, film, poetry, and so on. My father used to say that wasn't reality. But I always differed. Books could, for however long I desired, put my consciousness into other "realities." I could go to other planets, other times. As I read, my head describes the world I'm experiencing. If I close my eyes, there is no difference between the open-eyed reality (outside), and the close-eyed reality (inside). Kinda like a cognitive Schrodinger's Cat. It's dead; it's alive. It's both at the same time.

Those alter realities  were every bit as fascinating as the "reality" we claim to inhabit. In fact, books and TV have been invaluable in the quest to understand "all this." I consider them (books, TV, radio, video, etc.) lenses that look at their universes in a plethora of frequencies. Like the VLA out in Socorro, NM, I can turn these lenses on my "objective" universe and look at it at different frequencies.

Hmmm. Not sure how we came to be here tonight.

Back to the bugs.