I've been working in my office trying to get organized. This particular move finds me bogged down in menial chores for which I have little liking. I have yet to get my studio operational. I must enjoy delaying my gratification because it's taking me a long time to get settled.

I came across a box of envelopes while unpacking my office. Did you ever buy 500 envelopes and wonder if you would use them all before you die? I lost another friend from my past; got news of his death yesterday. He was 53. I guess he hardly used any of his envelopes.

So, what's the lesson? Live for the present? Stop worrying about stuff like envelopes and make hay while the sun shines?  Don't buy so fucking many envelopes?