Well, here I am again.  It’s Friday, and I’m writing another blog post.  I don’t know what, if anything, I have to say, but there it is.

Oh, but I do want to give some follow-up that I forgot to give yesterday:  Dorian, the gray cat I’ve fed for quite a while, has not come back again since that one night he returned last week as I mentioned.  I haven’t seen any trace of him.  If I were a superstitious person, I might imagine it was a ghost that came back that one evening to say goodbye.  However, he was quite solid; I gave him a pat, and he even ate some food.

Also, it would take quite a bit of evidence and logical argument to make me even seriously consider the possibility that ghosts are real.

Other than that, nothing much is new with me.  Of course, there are things going on in the world, but there always are.  It’s a little bit like saying that there are molecules always moving in a still glass of water.  It’s true, of course, and it is part of why water has the properties that it has, but the behavior of any particular molecule is inconsequential.  The things that are happening in the world are parochially interesting, but H. G. Wells’s Martians wouldn’t give a shit, nor would anyone else in the universe.  And, of course, the universe itself really doesn’t notice.

So much has happened in the world since it began, and the number of details that are available after even a hundred years is tiny.  It’s also very difficult to know what historical events actually affected the shape of subsequent happenings.  Sometimes, people just notice things and people and events that are loud.  But loud does not equal important, though they can overlap.

I’m almost done‒87% according to Kindle‒with the last light novel in that series I mentioned before*.  Once it’s done, I’m not sure what I’m going to read, or what I’m going to do if I can’t find anything to read.  I imagine doing my random flipping and reading a section at a time in my various science books, or just getting on the various preprint servers and skimming through random recent scientific papers, or of course using Brilliant to review and improve my science and math, or getting on Babbel and actually starting to learn some more languages.  But though these things ought to be interesting, they just aren’t.  Everything is boring.  Of course, such boredom is in the eye of the beholder, and is probably more symptomatic of dysfunction in the mind behind that eye than in the things being seen.

So, I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself in the short term.  I mean, if the office is open, I am going to work tomorrow, so I suppose I’ll write a blog post then, though I make no promises.  Maybe I’ll start sharing links to my books on Threads and Blue Sky and all that, like I used to do a long time ago.  I doubt anyone will buy them, but who knows?

I don’t know.  Nothing really means anything to me.  Everything is pointless, but I am especially and particularly pointless.  I guess that’s that for today.  I hope you all have a good day and then a good weekend.  You’ve earned it, after reading my morose musings.

*Actually, after writing the first draft of this post I finished it.