Let it be duly noted that on Friday July 1st, 2016, (day 209, if you are counting) sometime after lunch, the thought came to me: the rest of my life might be too long a time to just spend arsing around.

Sometimes an essay or a poem is too much. Sometimes it's just a thought. After all, that’s how this all got started. So I have added this section to My Midden. Small thoughts. The work of grief is daily work, not all of which has been converted into fine art. Sorry.