grayb

I have to go out later. Ive been whining about being ill for the past few days I seem to have caught some sort of flu-like virus. Im unable stay awake for long stretches of time, cant move around very much and am capable of reading little more than a magazine. I forget sentences and thoughts just as soon as Ive moved on to the next one. I didnt go into the city on Monday; I obviously will need to cancel my plans for today.

Im not looking for sympathy Ill get better, and there are countless trillions of other creatures, fully sentient and otherwise, in far worse states and conditions than mine. I feel horrible though - and I do have an immediate and pressing problem.



Ive run out of birdseed. That may not seem like much of an issue to you. So many others here and elsewhere are facing eviction, foreclosure, hunger, sickness, fear and uncertainty. They are involved in struggles for their very survival. The greatest immediate concern in my meager life is to procure feed for the progeny of the dinosaurs, who even now are hungrily eying my feeders. Why is this issue, and who the hell cares, right?

Well, I do. Getting dressed, going out and dealing with this will be one way of proving to myself that I will not be beaten by adversity, however tiny and insignificant it may be. I talk of improving myself and changing the world. Ive been making some lists of things that I need to overcome or accomplish. This one small task is about all that Im up for today; I will not forgive myself if I do not complete it.

This is the one tiny thing that Ill be able to do today to help make the world a better place. The birds will appreciate it. Everyone in the yard, myself included, will be a bit happier.

I'm finished merely talking about it - I need to get going on my journey. I must begin to take steps, however small. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow Ill feel well enough to try to eradicate the herd of dust-rhinos growing beneath my sofa. You have to start somewhere.