7/13/26

Oh, these early morning musings. Is there really a good way to pluralize the word “breakfast”? Hmm. I think that perhaps ‘many a breakfast’ as used in the past tense would be pretty neat.

Hospitals are very intriguing places. And predictive text that is built into web browsers is very annoying. How can this computer predict what might occur in my brain and find its way to the keyboard when I can scarcely predict it myself? Oh, whatever. So yes, hospitals. I kinda lowkey feel like a schmuck when I DoorDash some pizza and go to the Emergency Department lobby to pick it up. I am in close proximity to some individuals who are having the worst days of their lives, and here I roll up, awaiting my dasher so that I can greedily dive into a thin crust NY style pizza and devour a couple of pieces like I haven’t eaten in a month.

To do this kind of work, the right amount of sensitivity to suffering is necessary. This is something that was ill conveyed to me while I was in nursing school some 20 odd years ago. I mean, sure, we learned hands on about caring for people. But the compartmentalization aspect was not taught-it was something that I had to learn the hard way. The hard way was some weekday in August of 2018. Perhaps I will save that for another time.

I realize that, by and large, I am broadcasting into the void. Blogging simply isn’t what it used to be in decades past. A lot more people had casual blogs, they were free, and people would randomly find other blogs and get to know people through their writings. It seems the blogosphere is now the domain for small businesses and whatnot. That’s cool and all. I just wonder where the love for writing and expression went? Perhaps the nails in the coffin started being hammered in with the advent of Facebook, Instagram, Twitter (X), TikTok, and the myriad of other apps and websites that siphon the collective attention of the masses and keep us fed with emptiness.

Enough for now.