Alienation, desolation, heartache ...loneliness. Great Britain has just named a new postion in its Post Breixit government: Minister of Loneliness. I think its a good idea, isolation is a growing problem, but I'd give it a different name. __________________ From the NY Times:

  I had the experience the other evening of meeting someone new but having the gnawing feeling that we had met before. I was certain that we had never met, but something just felt too familiar. Maybe it was the tone of a voice, a look, I’m not sure.    

I have seen so many articles lately which tout the importance of consistent nightly sleep. Apparently, some of the few benefits of having healthy sleep patterns are improvement in memory, reduction of stress and anxiety, aid in weight loss, reduction in inflammation, a sharper focus, and, essentially, help you live longer.

I had to cut short my weekend basketball (not easy when you shoot 75%) for baseball (well, sort of). I accepted an invite to visit Citifield – home of my beloved Mets with Shelly. Doors opened at 12:30 p.m.

What follows are some funny tweets I found...enjoy!   "I just spent 20 minutes at the store choosing the best food with only organic ingredients for my dog, then took my kids to Burger King."   "Steps to survive on a dessert island: 1. check spelling 2. if correct, enjoy"  

A couple years ago, while at a GOtham Green meeting I had a "Save the World" type of inspiration to blurt that, in the spirit of the tobacco litigation, somebody should bring a lawsuit against the oil companies concerning their obvious impact upon our climate change.   Of course, it was a favorably received notion, but nothing came of it.   Recently, however, New York City instituted litigation against 5 major oil companies for their alleged impact on our climate. 

Two blogs ago, I wrote about a view from a glove. Giving personality to inanimate objects is, for me, a wonderful little fantasy escape. An exercise in imagination. Feelings should abound and be enjoyed even by things. My fantasies were validated the other morning. We are lucky to have a wonderful glass sculpture that we call “Sunshine”. It’s a fairly large yellow droplet shape with streaks of white. It’s by a window and enjoys playing with the sunlight as it comes through the window. I often imagine Sunshine basking in, and enjoying the sun.

How often do you change your fixed perception of a situation in a significant way?   It happened to me a number of years ago when I saw the musical Wicked for the first time. It was literally life changing.