about a little soup in a big bowl a boy with bat and ball watching the rain a dog sleeping at a door a smile unreturned

I hope most days for you are at least okay that you see enough sun to accept the cloudy days that relationships are mostly in order there’s enough money to pay bills, travel a bit, buy some clothes, eat out and see a movie once in awhile and though contentment may not be swimming along, it floats with you, keeps your head above water, makes you want to continue another day in this imperfect world with your own imperfect life if you agree that the average day is most

in a generation money could be invisible, kept in computer clouds, we’ll buy things with our eyeball and driverless cars will take us to stores where robots stock shelves, answer questions and take payment, again, with our eyeball life will be pixel friendly, with screens, lot and lots of screens that we'll touch, carry and watch with those same eyeballs and if I am still around, will I admire those golden wasps that carefully land and drink the water pooled on my