It's a little later in the day now, and I have considerably less energy than at the beginning. Must be all the errands that I've been running about doing. Anyway I am now comfortably seated on the bus, on the way back home.

The September sun has a certain smell--the scent of crinkly brown leaves and cool air.

Is life not like a game? Who needs the fun of video game adventures when one has the daily quests--of solving quandaries, working within time limits, enduring and noting the limits of one's endurance, politics and intrigue or the purging or purification of both, romance, the generosity of noble or poor peasant, the underdog hero.

Life, death, struggle, romance, heroism--it's all there, hidden in the mundane of daily life.