Time to do nothing

Writing the blog every day is an exercise in reading, writing, and thinking. Often about nothing in particular. Some little thing I see out for a walk after coffee becomes some thread in my head. Like a feeling or even an idea that many people have likely never seen the routine things in Cambodia I see. I take for granted taking a ride in a tuktuk and have done so for a long time since living in India and riding around there. We called them rickshaws then but the look is the same. There are different kinds of them. Big ones that have room for maybe 4 people. Small ones suitable for 2. I see them chugging along all around the city. Today becomes a day to do nothing really. Did not sleep well last night for whatever reason. Then the call at 530am was a bother. Even my wife’s usual stability seemed shaken with the idea one of her friends would call her then complaining about another. She just laughs it off and I write it off. Or I go for coffee and think it off. What really happened…

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